As if on a shabby training ground.
About twenty young people were wielding fists and feet.
Some were sparring and dueling.
Although they were diligent, all their cultivation was at the Mysterious Rank and Yellow-Rank.
Not one of them was a Martial Artist of Earth Rank.
Those Mysterious Rank Warriors were all nearly thirty years old.
They had already passed the best age for cultivation.
Now, trying to improve required even more effort.
Without cultivation resources, the effort needed to improve was even more terrifying.
In Xia Liu's Divine Sense, the young man who opened the door ran to the training platform, where an elder was sitting quietly.
His hair was white, and his body was skinny.
He looked very much like an old man about to step into a coffin.
"Great Elder! Song Tianming's family seems to have returned with helpers to collect debts!"
The young man reported in panic.
