“Here’s your number token.”
The blind martial artist handed over a wooden plaque, which I accepted.
He gave me back the one I originally had, stamping a seal on the plaque.
The plaque clearly bore the number seventeen in bold characters.
‘Hm.’
It seemed they were assigning numbers to each participant.
I wondered how many there were in total.
‘Roughly a little over two hundred, maybe.’
Since the preliminaries spanned three days, that seemed about right.
‘So, they’ve gathered over two hundred at Peak level or higher….’
It was an utterly absurd number, no doubt about it.
Even someone at Peak level was a talent hard to come by anywhere, yet they’d assembled hundreds of them.
‘This kind of number is something I only saw in my previous life when we conquered Sichuan.’
If not that, then perhaps around the time we first gathered to capture the Heavenly Demon.
Yeah, that sounded about right.
It was when martial artists from all the orthodox sects had assembled.
‘Though they all…