Duan Feng quietly stood in the arena, his sheathed sword in his hand as per usual, waiting for his opponent.
There were a lot of murmurs, gossip, and outright loud conversations about him, ranging from the fact he was blind to his unusual origin of having come from the Fractured World of the Battle God's Cradle.
The same was on the terrace that was reserved for dignitaries, as the 5th prince's supporters were openly mocking the blind man who dared to hold a sword.
Wei Yuanjie, however, stood with a much smaller entourage consisting only of Wu Long and Duan Feng's followers, along with the painter who was busy committing everything he saw into memory, anxious about potentially missing a moment of inspiration.
[Tsk, why's that guy there? Didn't you say he wouldn't come out until this was all over?], the 5th prince was seemingly trying to drill a hole in Wu Long's head with his eyes, while sending a sound transmission to one of his advisors.
