A disciple from the Chiyu Mountain Manor walked at the front, leading the way for Ling Chen and Xiao Muyu.
"You two have arrived just in time. If you had been a moment later, you would have missed the Martial Assembly on the mountain."
The Chiyu Mountain Manor disciple looked back at them and said with a smile.
"A Martial Assembly? Why is there a Martial Assembly on this mountain, and who is competing?" Ling Chen asked, somewhat surprised.
"It's like this," the disciple continued, "it's not an ordinary competition, but a selection for military Captains. Right now, there are ten Command Waist Cards on the training field up the mountain. They will belong to the ten individuals recognized by everyone."
"You know how it is with the disciples from the major sects—no one is willing to submit to another. Only through a contest of strength can they be truly convinced."
