A dozen Yecine and twice as many of their retainers strode onto the morning 'battlefield'. It was a lot less bloody and far more inactive than any of them had expected. Then again, the few family elders in the group hadn't really known what to make of the letter that came in.
"A group of independent cultivators causing trouble during the competition? It looks more like someone caused them trouble."
Lirades' dry tone carried out over the sound of multiple cultivators trudging through the gullies. The old woman's sharp eyes caught the details others strode past in their haste to secure and restrain everyone.
Scuff marks from the recent combat showed that the boots of these people rushed around the most.
A short sword driven point-first into the ground that was clearly different from the weapons knocked over in a pile like the people had been.
