At nine in the morning, on the Peak of the Holy Mark, Ye Shuangshuang sat in the viewing seats, her eyes smiling as she scanned the stream of people to one side. She giggled, "It seems a lot more lively than yesterday."
Di Cang nodded. "That's to be expected. The fights between the Low-class and Middle-class Empires aren't that interesting. The most essential and exciting part of the Empire Grand Tournament is the ranking battle for the High-level Empires."
Qing Lei grinned. "That's true. I wonder who designed these viewing seats. When we were in the Low-class Empire section, the perspective was exactly the same, but now that we're sitting here, the field of view seems much wider. Or is it just my imagination?"
