"Boundless Celestial Venerable, this man absolutely cannot be left alive!"
"Perhaps we should ask Zen Master Zhisheng of Mount Emei to investigate. If he proves uncooperative, we'll have no choice but to…"
The speaker paused, but everyone present understood his meaning.
"Let's gauge his true strength first!"
The speaker's word was final. The others filed out of the great hall.
...
The Yan Zhao Land has been known for its heroes since ancient times.
Since the revival of the Martial Dao, a great number of martial artists have emerged from among the common people.
In its wake, martial arts halls sprang up everywhere, and family lineages and small sects flourished as they began taking on disciples.
The Lark Sect was a very small sect.
With only five members, it was even smaller than the average martial arts hall.
On this day, the Sect Leader, Elder Cui, had a cigarette dangling from his lips. With a worried frown, he clacked away at an abacus, calculating his daily expenses.
