"Alright. When Zhao Pu gets here, follow him and familiarize yourself with the Gated Community." Even though Jia Liangcai was an official from an ancient dynasty, Qin Ziwen didn't believe that Civil Servants from that time were just useless bookworms who only knew how to parrot classical texts.
Jia Liangcai, especially, had clawed his way up from a destitute scholar to his current position. He was definitely capable—certainly more so than the average person.
"Yes, my lord. Thank you," Jia Liangcai said with a bow.
Qin Ziwen nodded, then turned to the empty clearing. He took out the Martial Arts Arena Card and activated it.
A brilliant light flared, engulfing a 1200-square-meter patch of land.
When the light faded, a vast, rugged training ground had replaced a section of the grassy field.
The ground was hard-packed yellow earth, gleaming with a dry luster under the Gobi Desert sun that shone through the dome overhead.
