In the ancient martial arts world, news of Gu Xiqiao's return spread in an instant. All the youth who had trained in the Mountain Range of Death were all gathered there now, vibrating in excitement as they waited for her to arrive.
It had only been two weeks, but this group of youngsters looked completely different and seemed to have been through a drastic change.
There was a hardened look on their faces, and the aura they exuded were silently imposing. No one would be able to doubt the strength in their bodies, and even the elders who had just arrived in a rush were shocked by the aura that they could feel coming from them.
Shu Chen and Jiang Han both stood where they were, until a familiar black car pulled up, and an expression of joy appeared on the older woman's face. She raised her hands to wave at them.
