Anthony and the rest of the Above disciples continued walking around, each of them talking about random things as they explored various scenic spots and admired the surrounding views, but alas, night eventually fell, and they had to return to the Inn they were staying at. To Anthony's disappointment, there was no face-slapping incident or any arrogant Young Master who came to disturb them.
It seemed that with people from the entire Sathor Grand Region gathering, various powerhouses had warned their geniuses not to act too arrogantly, or they might bring about their own demise. After all, a random clan they casually offended might turn out to be an Ancient Organization or a hidden powerhouse.
Everyone had already returned to their rooms for the night. Anthony sat by the window as he gazed at the dark sky for a moment, then shook his head. He found himself liking this Upper Galaxy more and more, especially the sheer variety of people, races.
