[No fighting Allowed. Troublemakers will be punished. You have been warned.]
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The moment they heard the authoritative voice, both Yan Jin and Bihn Owo quickly lowered their fists down nervously and scratched their heads awkwardly.
They had already seen how powerful the map was.
So the people behind it were definitely no joke.
That said, how could they be willing to provoke them?
What if they got banned before they even knew what this gaming hall was all about?
No way!
They hurriedly placed their hands in the box and collected their maps, irrespective of who came first.
No matter what, they couldn't afford to get banned now.
With that, the duo hastily made their way to the Registration hall using their map.
And soon, they reached a building that was pretty similar to that of the Gaming Hall.
Their eyes gleamed with anticipation as they started at the sign on the building.
What would it be like inside?
They took big breaths and calmly walked towards the door, stepping into the mysterious hall.
Words couldn't describe the sight before them as their minds spiraled out of control.
Their eyes and heads twisted at different angles as they kept looking around nonstop.
How could such a place exist?
Apart from the otherworldly designs, another aspect that drew their attention was the use of Space formations.
It had to be space formations. How else could a narrow building look so vast once they stepped in?
There was an expert here.
Only someone with high skills could create such a large space formation.
Could the person be as strong as their sect's Elder Roshan, who typically maintained the space formation within the Pavilion?
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Countless thoughts flashed through their minds in a heartbeat as they admired the unique designs of the Registration Hall.
The design was really something.
The chairs, tables, floor, lights, and everything else made them feel like they were walking into a monarch's home.
Looking around, they saw some signs that directed them to some strange puppets that stood behind several counters.
Amidst the shock from seeing the puppets, they calmly did as they were told, placed their hands on the ball, and received their membership cards.
Their hands resembled when the cards came to life on their hands.
The whole thing gave them goosebumps.
At this moment, they felt like this small town was a hidden location for some unfathomable senior.
Was this a good or a bad thing?
This was what troubled them.
Everyone had a stern expression on their faces.
Bho Su rubbed the wristband on his wrist and looked at his friends solemnly: "Brothers, I don't think this Wenji town is that simple."
"Brothers, if that's the case, we need to be extra careful and prepared before going in. I'll send word to master, just in case these mysterious forces try anything funny. As for us, we have the escape Talismans, so we should be fine. We need the people to know of the despicable things going on here. For our Sect and ourselves."
"Good Idea. This way, Master will know where we are and who the enemy is."
"We don't have much time. We have to move quicker."
"Right."
All 3 hurried along the streets with heavy expressions as they secretly discussed their plans while looking forward to the mysterious 'attraction' that this strange gaming hall claimed to offer.
They knew they should wait for their master's reply before checking it out.
But it might be too late before then.
So they had to check it out fast.
Plus, their curiosity got the best of them.
Who wouldn't be curious?
They wanted to know what sorts of games they would partake in?
But more importantly, was it really a challenging hall?... Or was it a way to rally up forces in disguise?
Either way, they had to know.
.
And so, just like that, after sending a letter through Bho Su's Flaming Crane, they spent the entire night cultivating in preparation for whatever game was out there.
No matter what tricks these strange people had, they would do their best to find their schemes.
For many, tonight was peaceful.
But for the trio, twas the night before the Battle!
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