Among these gazes were curiosity, envy, and jealousy. And, of course, there was no shortage of those waiting to see him make a fool of himself.
Yang An couldn't be bothered with the onlookers' gazes. His heart as calm as still water, he went straight to the arena.
By now, a sea of people had formed around the arena's edge. Nearly every Cultivator in Emei Mansion was present.
Cultivation is a tedious affair, so for these people, the arena Yang An had set up had become an incredibly lively event.
Under the watchful eyes of all, Yang An descended directly into the center of the open space, immediately drawing a myriad of different gazes.
Some studied his appearance.
Others tried to probe his Cultivation Level.
And of course, there were plenty of hidden sneers and taunts from those waiting for the show.
