In the north of the city at the Xu Family Martial Arts Hall, the biting cold wind blew ruthlessly.
Zheng Jun, wearing a common black Official's Uniform and with a standard Ceremonial Saber hanging at his waist, swaggered up to the courtyard of the single-story compound.
Over a month ago, he had come here to knock on the door and ask for prices. Only after being secretly cursed as a "delusional, shabby pauper" did he leave. He never expected that over a month later, he would already be a Martial Artist of the Qi Storage Realm. Coming here again, he was here to challenge the Martial Arts Hall!
Zheng Jun calmed his breathing and stepped forward to knock.
"KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK."
Rhythmic knocking echoed. Before long, the courtyard door was pulled open, and a cold, ruthless, fierce-looking face poked out through the crack. The man glanced at Zheng Jun's clothes. "Here to practice martial arts?"
