Foot of Whitespirit Mountain. 

The chatter had swelled to a loud bustle now.

On the crystal wall, names shimmied up and down, and the screens beside it showed off the highlights of particularly intense fights, drawing the occasional gasp from the spectators.

The scene changed. A clip of two people facing off in a forest.

In a pavilion, a bored Cai Wei was carefully peeling a grape. She was just about to pop it into her dainty mouth when her eyes fell on the crystal wall.

"That person looks like the Young Lord." Cai Wei started.

Yan Lingqing perked up as well, looking over at the two figures facing off.

"Indeed..."

Cai Wei sat up straight, the grape forgotten. "Who is he fighting?"

Yan Lingqing did not know...