Lu Ming followed the rest as they made their way out of the sect and headed towards the Midnight Hills.
With a thousand apprentices running on the road at the same time, it caused a constant rumble of dust and dirt along the journey.
There was a whopping hundred kilometers between the Mystical Sword Sect and the Midnight Hills. Even though most of them were blood meridians martial artists with a fairly high cultivation level, the hundred-kilometer run still got them sweating buckets and panting like dogs.
Nevertheless, Lu Ming was still doing okay. Although he was panting a little, he had not reached his limit yet.
When the Vermillion Bird Hall apprentices arrived at the Midnight Hills, the people from the White Tiger Hall were already there, and there were 1,500 of them, about 500 more than those from the Vermilion Bird Hall.
