One evening, an elder came to the herb gatherers' quarters.
"Come out! All of you come out!" The overseer shouted.
The doors opened, and the herb gatherers came out. Tang Hao was among them.
"All one hundred herb gatherers are here, Elder! Pick whomever you like!" The overseer said while bowing fawningly.
The elder put his hands behind his back and nodded.
Then, he glanced around the crowd.
His gaze was ice-cold and ominous.
The herb gatherers could sense that something was amiss and began to shift uneasily.
"You, you, and you..."
The elder pointed at them one by one. "All fifty of you, step up."
Tang Hao was among the fifty people.
"We're doomed, Mu. They're making us sparring partners. We might even die!" Lei Shou's face was pale, and his body was trembling.
He was also one of the chosen.
"What's…" Tang Hao asked in a low voice.
