Hua Xue and Yu Chenguang left him and Mei Xilan. They had their own seating. Meanwhile, he and Mei Xilan were led to the competitors booth, which involved walking down a flight of stairs. The interior walls of the arena had been painted with phoenix designs. That was to be expected, of course. Wu Jian studied the phoenix paintings as they walked through a hallway before ending up before a door.
“This is the competitor’s waiting area,” said the young servant girl who led them. A pair of guards opened the door for them as the servant bowed. “Please, go on in.”
“Thank you,” said Wu Jian.
Mei Xilan said nothing as she walked beside him.