Marshall Morgan followed the main group out of the Mystic Origin Sword Sect, heading towards the Gloomnight Mountains.
Over a thousand people were running on the road, stirring up clouds of dust.
The Mystic Origin Sword Sect was two hundred miles away from the Gloomnight Mountains. Although everyone had awakened their bloodlines and had decent cultivation, many were sweating like rain and gasping like cattle after running such a distance.
Marshall was doing alright, panting a bit but not at his limit.
When they arrived at the outskirts of the Gloomnight Mountains, they found that the White Tiger Academy people were already there.
There were as many as fifteen hundred people from the White Tiger Academy, nearly five hundred more than the Vermilion Bird Academy.
In recent years, the White Tiger Academy had become stronger, truly the strongest of the Four Academies, so more people chose to join the White Tiger Academy.
"Alright, take a break now."
Wyatt Rhodes called out.
