The sky was as dark as can be, yet not a single drop of rain came, nor lightning or thunder.
A bit put off by the signs of the stormy weather, Zheng Jin tore his gaze away from his book and looked around him. The arena was even more crowded than yesterday, and it seemed that bad weather wouldn't stop the city folk from getting their spirit crystal's worth.
He sighed in his annoyance. He, along with the other 45 disciples had been waiting in the arena for about an hour already, and it doesn't help that there were three pairs of eyes that had been staring at him ever since he arrived.
Those three pairs of eyes, of course, belonged to Zhang Fei and the girl beside him, Fen Ye, who was also currently chatting the elder up about gods-knows-what. Coincidentally, the middle-aged woman who was
