Ahead, Lixia glanced at her three disciples.
Starting from the left. Damo, a middling talent, lazy in character and quick to anger, fooling around all day with a bunch of bad influence friends.
His face bore a bruise today, seemingly from a fight.
In the center, Sharon, whose talent was above average. Perhaps due to her beauty, she carried a certain girly affectation. She feared pain and strain, sometimes even worried that martial arts practice would affect her figure and complexion. She was from a wealthy family, here more for the prestige than the training.
The Wind Elephant Gate was not just a secret martial arts sect. Its influence was widespread, spanning several nearby cities, its tradition very ancient.
