The tournament is canceled

Inside a grand hall fit for royalty, with opulent chandeliers casting a warm, golden glow. The hall was adorned with intricately carved chairs, plush velvet drapes, and gilded accents, creating an air of majesty and elegance, creating a truly regal atmosphere.

The hall door swung open and a dignified golden-haired middle-aged man walked inside with a few old faces following behind him.

The golden-haired man approached the middle chair designed with beautiful patterns and sat down with a serious expression.

After him, an old man with a wrinkled forehead proceeded to open up a small device, and instantly afterward three big projections lit up midair.

"Your Majesty, the tournament will start within thirty minutes."

The old man said in a nonchalant voice before he and the other three old individuals sat down on the empty chairs available in the hall.