Lin Zhengren sat in the preparation seat, hands resting on his knees, sitting upright.
Among the many rising talents leaving their seats, he seemed even more composed and tranquil, as if undisturbed by the eight winds.
But his hands on his knees were almost digging into the bones.
His legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, unable to move.
This was the Yellow River Gathering, a time of converging winds and clouds, where the heroes of Various Countries contend and stars dazzle the sky.
He, Lin Zhengren, was also in his prime, how could he not wish to display his prowess before all and earn widespread acknowledgment?
Setting those aside, shining at an occasion like the Yellow River Gathering would bring immeasurable benefits for the future.
Regardless of how much more support Zhuang Country could offer, even the host of the main match of the Yellow River Gathering was a True Monarch from Jade Capital Mountain!
