The Tournament Begins

At the Azure Hall gate, Deacon Lei took a stroll, enjoying the gentle breeze.

He had just had a sumptuous meal and was very satisfied since the food came from the Jade Feather.

It was extremely delicious.

"I should visit the Jade Feather restaurant frequently," he mused with a look of anticipation on his face.

Just as he was fantasizing about his next visit to the Jade Feather Restaurant, a disciple rushed toward him.

"Deacon Lei," he called with a grave expression.

"Hmm?" Deacon Lei snapped out of his reverie and looked at the disciple, a frown crept up his face.

"What! Have I not told you not to disturb me when I'm taking my stroll?" he berated.

"Ah..." The disciple was stunned for a moment before his face marred with urgency.

"Sorry about that," he apologized quickly.

"Hmm. So why are you here?" Deacon Lei asked impatiently.

"The Hall master is looking for you right now."