The caldera had a wide variety of geographical features. A small lake, a few grooves, a few rolling hills, a large sa, a large grassy plain and more. So features were artificially created, like the scorching desert in one corner, and the lone snowy mountain in another. A battle royale that spanned over a week was more interesting when fights happened in ever-changing locations.
As a tradition, the majority of the sect ca over and watched this competition. This inevitably ant Battlegrounds had to support those that ca here to watch. Even if it was for a week every 5 years, it still required a small town to be built outside the caldera.
Han De chose to fly over with his sword at full speed because he was worried Xiao Ping might challenge him if he walked around that place. Xiao Ping had a deep enmity with him. He couldn't refuse his challenge without getting a big blow to his reputation. He didn't care about the reputation itself, he cared about the suspicions it might bring, now or down the line in the future.
He needed Xiao Ping to act ridiculously, he needed him to be out of line so that he could have a valid excuse to wave his hand and move away. He had brought Xiao Lan, his lover to the viewing seats to provoke him. However, there was no sight of Xiao Ping anywhere. Han De kept looking and looking, yet he couldn't spot anyone.
'Does he really have a godly disguise/stealth item?'
Han De kept worrying over his own issues. Everyone else was oblivious. The crowd was still cheering and the masters in the VIP seats were making speculations of their own.
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Emperor Ming watched the entire spectacle unfold. He was inford about his youngest son's petty tricks. He didn't even need to glance at him to know what he was thinking.
*Sigh* 'This one still needs a lot of work. No wonder he couldn't endure it.'
Over the years he kept making heirs, but each one was more disappointing than the other. He didn't need talent. What he wanted wasn't just cultivation strength. He wanted a strong heart that could endure and keep beating.
Emperor Sun and his trusted advisor, the white-haired Wu Fu didn't have concerns over the succession. They were rather content with the result of the conference and enjoyed the competition in front of them.
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