Side Story 43. If You're Pissed, Then Fight Me?
(1) The day of the Northern Grand Festival.
Whatever the Murong Clan's intentions were, a festival was a festival. The residents of Liaodong were excited by the joyous atmosphere after a long time, and the merchants laid out their goods and started hawking to not miss this opportunity.
As a result, the scent of spices and oil mixed and spread through the city, and children ran around waving colorful flags. But what people were most looking forward to was...
"A tournament?"
"It's being held this year too. But... huh?"
"Ten thousand gold coins?"
"And the other prizes are separate?"
It was common for a tournament to be held at the Northern Grand Festival, but it was the first time the prize money had ever been this high.
"At this rate, wouldn't the sect leaders of each sect want to give it a try?"
"But they're still sect leaders?"
"Sect leader or elder, for ten thousand gold coins..."
"Wait, look at the bottom. It says only participants under the age of thirty are allowed."
"Ah, in that case, well..."
"Is this a feast for the young?"
"We'll be able to glimpse the future of Liaodong."