The crowd was divided into two columns, some sitting on round cushions while others stood along the sides. Those who could sit were all prominent figures in the pugilistic world.
Zhao Wujiang, dressed in a black robe as dark as ink and wearing a bronze mask, scanned the crowd. He had originally intended to leave, but as dusk approached, he deemed the night unsuitable for travel. Moreover, he had never experienced the atmosphere of the martial arts world, and now he found himself intrigued. Besides, he had already obtained the *Formless Prajna Sutra*, so the purpose of his trip had been fulfilled.
"Make way, make way!" A youthful, haughty voice rang out.
Chapter 61