And just as Zhao Xuanqi's fame spread throughout the Divine Land in a single day.
The next round of the martial arts tournament was about to begin.
Because Zhao Xuanqi's victory had rekindled the hopes of the people of Jinmen, the surrounding teahouses were once again bustling. The crowds were even larger than before.
Some spectators hadn't even left, staying up all night drinking tea and chatting, just to secure a good viewing spot for the next day's matches.
Everyone was waiting for the drawing for the next round of the tournament to begin.
"Do you think Zhao Xuanqi will face the other two from the Three Celestial Assassins today? If he can win just one more match, we'll have this tournament in the bag."
"It's hard to say. There are only fourteen contestants left, so the odds of him facing one of them are pretty high. As long as Zhao Yuan and Zhao Xuanqi aren't paired against each other, we're good."
