Inner Sect Disciple Zais!

"No!" Drog shouted out and everyone that heard him, turned towards him. But No wasn't amongst those people that did hear him, and he just continued walking where he was walking and he got further and further away from Drog.

Drog furrowed his eyebrows. "He didn't hear me," he thought. He infused his spatial Qi into his feet as he used his movement technique – the white tiger god's divine movement and he quickly closed the distance between himself and No, but just before he could reach him, No disappeared into the sea of people and Drog came to a stop. "Why are there so many people here?" he thought as he looked around.

Drog walked up to someone that was closest to him. It was a man wearing a white robe which meant that he was a disciple. Drog tapped on his shoulder with his right hand and he turned around. He was around twenty-years-old and had a handsome face, short black hair and deep blue eyes. He frowned. "What do you want?"

"What's going on here?" Drog said.

The man relaxed his face. "Nothing much. Just an outer sect disciple tournament."

"I see," Drog said and smiled as he thought, "I might be able to find Lucia and Ro here as well."

"Why are you smiling?" the man said. "It's just another tournament for the disciples of the outer sect. Like for real. In one month there are twenty outer sect disciple tournaments and only one inner sect disciple tournament." He heavily sighed out. "I guess it's still better than zero tournaments."

"There are no tournaments for the core disciples of the sect?" Drog thought. "But more importantly. My odds of meeting Lucia and Ro in this tournament have gone down significantly."

The man shook his head. "Anyways. My name is Zais and I am an inner sect disciple. Nice to meet you."

"My name is Drog and I am an outer sect disciple," Drog said and smiled.

"Are you going to participate in this tournament, Drog?" Zais said.

Drog nodded his head in confirmation. "I am."

"In that case, you don't have any time to waste by chatting with me as I believe that registrations will close very soon, " Zais said.

"I will see you later then, Zais," Drog said.

"I will be rooting for you, Drog," Zais said.

Drog nodded his head and walked into the sea of people. He made his way through and emerged out in front of the arenas entrance at which stood an old man wearing a black robe which meant that he was an elder.

The elder looked at Drog. "Watching or participating?"

"Participating," Drog said.

"Your identification insignia," the elder said.

Drog pulled out his identification insignia from the pendant and gave it to the elder.

The elder held Drog's identification insignia for a few seconds. "Alright," he said and gave Drog his identification insignia back which Drog stored inside of the pendant, but that was not all that he gave him, he also gave him a small token with a number 431 written on it which Drog also stored inside of the pendant. "Go inside and wait until your number is called."

Drog nodded his head. "Alright," he said and walked through the arenas entrance. He looked around and saw many arenas, as many elders as arenas and a ton of disciples, but amongst the disciples, he couldn't find Lucia, Ro and No. "I am sure that No is here somewhere," he thought and closed his eyes.

An hour passed.

"We will now begin the outer sect disciple tournament," a voice sounded and Drog opened his eyes. He saw that now on each arena stood an elder and each arena was surrounded by disciples.

"Outer sect disciples with tokens 1 and 234 go to the first arena," the same voice sounded and Drog moved his eyes to the source of the voice. He saw that the one who spoke was the elder who registered him in the outer sect disciple tournament and gave him the token with the number 431 written on it.

Drog walked over to the first arena as he wanted to see if either one of the outer sect disciples with the tokens numbered 1 or 234 was No, Ro or Lucia. But neither one of those two disciples were one of those three people.

The elder continued calling out token numbers in pairs and assigning them arenas, and Drog continued walking to those arenas and checking who were those disciples behind the token numbers. He managed to find all three who he was searching before the elder called out his token number. No was number 394, Ro was number 212 and Lucia was number 61.

"Outer sect disciples with tokens 431 and 52 go to the two-hundred-third arena."

Drog walked to the two-hundred-third arena. Reaching it, he walked through the disciples that surrounded it and got onto it.

"Show me your token," the elder who stood on the arena said.

Drog pulled out his token from the pendant and showed it to the elder.

The elder nodded his head. "You can hide it."

Drog put the token back inside of his pendant. He waited a few minutes and a male disciple got onto the arena.

"It's you," the male disciple said.

Drog recognised him as well. He was the one that forfeited him the cave.