In the blink of an eye, two days had passed.
"Marshall Morgan, get out here!"
On this day, Marshall was in the midst of training when suddenly, a loud shout came from outside.
"Finn Nash?"
Marshall remembered this voice clearly; it was from the veteran disciple who deliberately caused him trouble when he first started.
"This Finn Nash, sent someone to kill me during the trial. I didn't go looking for you, but you've come to find me first!"
Marshall's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness. He stood up, opened the door, and walked out.
Stepping out of his room, he found Rocky Payne and Chester Huxley had also come out, obviously disturbed.
"Senior Brother Morgan, what's going on?"
Rocky showed a hint of worry.
"No worries!" Marshall smiled.
"Marshall Morgan, are you still not coming out?"
Finn Nash's voice echoed again, resonating far and wide.
Creaaak!
Marshall opened the courtyard gate and walked out.
Outside the courtyard stood seven or eight young men.
