Lin Hui's thoughts on practicing Martial Arts were simple. He only planned to use it as a pretext, laying the groundwork for when he would eventually start brandishing swords and spears.
He was also a little curious to see the foundational Martial Arts system of this world.
So, after getting his affirmative answer, Lin Xiangnan and Fu Yunxin immediately packed their things. The very next day, they took him to enroll.
The weather was dry and arid. On the way to the sword hall, Lin Xiangnan led Lin Hui as they walked single-file along the side of the road.
The city, named Xidong, had terrible infrastructure. The roads were just ordinary dirt paths, and whenever a horse-drawn carriage, an oxcart, or a slow-moving automobile passed by, it would kick up a hazy cloud of yellow dust.
Small, sparsely scattered shops and stalls lined both sides of the road.
In addition, there were gaunt men and women kneeling on the ground, each with a piece of gray cloth draped around their neck.
