Ling Chen, still a youth of fourteen or fifteen, naturally enjoyed snacking.
Ling Xiao didn't take it to heart.
A full half an hour passed before a middle-aged man in a silver robe appeared on the huge battle stage at the center of the Martial Arts Arena.
"Ladies and Gentlemen!"
The middle-aged man's resonant voice rang out, drawing the attention of countless people.
The scene instantly quieted down.
Pleased with the silence, the middle-aged man continued: "I am Ling Chengzhi, an Elder of the Ling Family, and I will preside over this ceremony to vie for the command token. There are a total of twenty-four Cultivators who have signed up for this event. Since the reward for this ceremony is but one, the True Martial Token, we will adopt a lottery to absolutely determine the order and opponents for battle. Losers will be eliminated, while the winners will advance, until the first place is decided."
