The Valley of the Medicine Masters.
The training grounds.
Since the inception of the valley, the training grounds had never been this lively. Almost everyone in the valley had gathered there, elders and disciples alike.
Some had even come in from far off, riding atop flying beasts, were now circling the air above the field.
Not that they didn't want to enter. The beasts they were riding upon were lower-leveled, and since there were already several higher-powered flying beasts on the field they did not dare to get too close.
"How about we go down to the field and watch?" a valley disciple riding a flying beast suggested.
"I'm not going down there. If you want to go so bad, then you go. Can't you see the field is packed with people? Even if you try you probably won't be able to squeeze in," another disciple on a flying beast lamented, shaking his head.
