In the living room of the Xingyun Sect's lodgings.
Sect Leader Lu Chaohuan dismissed the servants and maids, handing a thin booklet to Courtyard Head Yang Lin.
"This is intelligence we've gathered over the past three years. Please take a look, Brother Yang."
"Intelligence?"
Yang Lin took the booklet curiously. Opening it, he found it filled with dense, minuscule script.
It was filled with the names, ages, origins, cultivation levels, martial arts, cultivation techniques, and rough strength assessments of the disciples from every nation participating in the tournament...
"Younger Brother Lu, you're really something else! To think you'd have something this good!"
Yang Lin's eyes lit up as he exclaimed in delighted surprise.
"I can't take all the credit."
