As the number of martial arts masters increased, taverns and inns became bustling.
Especially in the early morning, the taverns were crowded with all sorts of people.
Travelers passing through, new martial arts masters, local residents.
"Did the Cave Mansion really appear?"
A cry of surprise instantly drew the attention of those around.
The speaker was a young swordsman, with a longsword hanging at his waist, looking proud and confident.
Beside him sat three other young swordsmen, all equally spirited.
They laughed and chatted loudly, as if nobody else was around.
"That's right, it's called the Feixue Cave Mansion." Another young man slowly nodded. "But the troublesome part is, this cave mansion is not fixed and can only be seen if lucky."
"Not fixed?... What do you mean?"
"It's as if it has legs and moves by itself, here today, gone tomorrow. Only with enough luck can you see it."
"Isn't that too bizarre?"
