Luo Dong sat at the head of the table, listening to the reports of his elders as they discussed the upcoming Thirteen Kingdom’s Tournament. It was still more than two years out, but this tournament was of paramount importance to sects like theirs. Every sect affiliated with a kingdom wanted to do well since the rewards they could reap if they won were massive.
“I can’t believe they’re only giving us six slots! We’ve been working our butts off to train our core disciples, and they’ve all reached the Asura Realm! We have twelve disciples who are more than qualified for this tournament! Why couldn’t they give us just six more slots?!”
The man who spoke, slamming his hands onto the table, was quite old. His hair was pure white, his eyebrows drooped, and he had a Fu Man Chu mustache that made
