"Brother Shi, what are you mumbling about?"
A few grassroots disciples asked curiously when they saw Tang Hao mumbling something.
"It's nothing!" Tang Hao shook his head and smiled.
If he really said it, he was afraid that he would scare these people.
The few of them didn't mind and continued to stroll around.
As time passed, more and more people arrived, and the mountain became more and more lively. There were people everywhere, making a lot of noise. From time to time, there would be the sound of cursing and fighting.
Every time this happened, the people around them would gather around and watch the show.
"Fight! Good fight!"
Everyone was watching the show and didn't mind the commotion, so they all started to make a fuss.
Tang Hao and the others would also go over and shout.
