After a match, there was an intermission. The clinking of glasses and mingling filled the air. The losers had no mood to stay any longer; it hurt more to see the victors enjoying themselves. For the winners, though, it was a time of celebration, with congratulations pouring in from the audience and other cultivators.
"What's so great about a glass of wine? It's all hype," Xiao Yan said, raising his glass.
Li Xin clinked his glass, "One glass of wine, five victors, how do you even tell them apart?"
"By voting from the whole crowd, to see who has more supporters. Jiuxiao Building has grown into an Earth-level Sect by relying on these unconventional methods, all just charm and allure. The Taiyin School seems like Earth-level but is actually on the lower side of Dark-level," Xiao Yan laughed.
Li Xin admired the opulent Jiuxiao Building, thinking to himself that this was true business acumen.
