"Those who come are not good, and those who are good do not come."
Chen Ping had just stepped into the Primordial Martial Arts Hall, and with just a glance, he realized something was amiss.
The disciples from the Primordial Martial Arts Hall were all eager and confident, as if they had full faith in their abilities for this duel.
Even the bald strong man Han Wushang, whom he'd seen the other night, seemed calm and relaxed, focusing on the duel without excessive worry.
He occasionally exchanged words with his wife, Sima Rou, and offered advice to his disciples.
In contrast, Chen Ping noticed a difference in the demeanor of Gao Yue, who he had met before. Although he too was smiling, his smile appeared somewhat peculiar.
There was a hint of coldness in his eyes.
This aura wasn't exclusive to Gao Yue but extended to the disciples standing beside him, all exuding a sense of inevitable violence.
'Indeed, the aura of disciples from different martial halls is distinct.'
