The elderly judge stroked his beard and said, "It's said that the Princely Heir of Prince Wuchang's Mansion has come of age, disliking poetry and calligraphy, only fond of dancing with swords and wielding spears, a complete martial arts fanatic with extraordinary talent."
"The Prince spoils him quite a bit, and this time, he probably also harbors the intention of finding a master for him. Should anyone dominate the contest and enter the Prince Mansion, it will be of benefit to their sect in the future."
"Oh, so that's the case."
Upon hearing this, everyone suddenly came to a realization.
Among the crowd, there sat a street kid, who cheerily said, "I don't know about others, but Wudang's layman sect for sure won't be going, they've had a falling out, been fighting tooth and nail, turning into a laughingstock on the road."
"This time, they probably won't even dare to show their faces."
As soon as he said this, everyone's expressions turned strange.
