At the gathering point of the Turquoise Sun Hall, there was a hill designated for training. Tens of iron doors lined both sides of the hill. Beyond the iron gates on the shaded side of the hill was an expansive plaza with several people sitting in a row of chairs, watching the hill with cool gazes.2

There was first silence, but as the hour slowly passed, the doors were pushed open one at a time. Various disheveled folks walked out, some even bearing severe injuries. When they saw the sunlight outside, they all looked excited despite the severity of their injuries.1

Huang Feiyang looked at the dozen or so people who had exited. He cocked an eyebrow, then turned to a young teenager next to him and said, “Give some Huiling Grass to the ones with severe injuries so they can recuperate.” The teenager obeyed hurriedly.1

He then turned to the young man next to him and smiled. “Brother Wen, it’s been an hour already, right? The participants this time aren’t bad at all; there are about twenty people...1