In True Martial City, heavy snow was falling, yet it could not dampen the enthusiasm of the martial artists. Inns were overflowing, and people were warming themselves with wine, engaging in hearty discussions. Special couriers traveled between the mountain top and bottom to ensure the latest news reached them promptly.
This was why people flocked to this place even if they couldn't ascend the mountain—they could get firsthand information.
Meanwhile, on True Martial Mountain.
The sky was clear.
The mountain top and bottom seemed like two different worlds. Seen from afar in the sky, there was a very distinct dividing line.
Above the True Martial Dojo.
Tables were arranged according to a special pattern. Over the past three days, guests had arrived and were seated under the guidance of True Martial disciples. At the center was a high platform, currently empty.
