So many people were cheering, yet Ji Zimo seemed not to hear anything, sitting motionless in his seat, exuding a certain aura of a master.
"According to the tournament rules, the first match will be opened by the seed player, please welcome Ji Zimo." The elder announced loudly.
The seed players don't have privileges, but it's an affirmation of strength and an honor. Without certain strength, one simply cannot become a seed player.
And the seed players in the Ancient Martial Arts Tournament are all selected by major families, and these seed players already have a certain reputation in the Ancient Martial World.
Of course, if some low-key loose cultivator experts are overlooked, this small number of masters could become the dark horses of the Ancient Martial Contest. This is also the charm of the Ancient Martial Contest; with variables, there is expectation and hope.
After the elder finished speaking, Ji Zimo finally glanced at the stage, then stood up, drawing even more cheers.
