Broken Blade Peak hadn't changed much, but its martial aura had only grown stronger.
Waves of scorching energy washed over the peak. If the disciples weren't intentionally holding back, none of the mountain's vegetation would have survived.
Disciples were practicing with blades and spears, their auras fierce and dangerous. The towering ancient trees struggled to survive the onslaught of their techniques.
As Bai Mo made his way up the mountain, he noted the well-trodden path, a clear sign that the disciples of Broken Blade Peak traveled it frequently.
"Huh!"
"With a build that small, are you really a disciple of our Broken Blade Peak, Junior Brother?"
A burly senior brother put down the stone weight he was holding and spoke with a grin. His rock-hard muscles emanated an intimidating pressure.
Bai Mo, completely unfazed, stopped his horse and bowed respectfully.
"I only joined the peak last year. Greetings, Senior Brother."
"Haha!"
