Hongyi Martial Hall.
Inside the front hall, the Martial Pavilion Master Shao Hongcheng sat in an armchair, his expression extremely ugly, as desolate as if both his parents had died.
He asked in a deep voice, "Is there really no news of Wang Chen at all?"
The two people who had just entered looked at each other, shaking their heads in unison, with a helpless expression.
Shao Hongcheng said with a bitter smile, "Alright then."
Those two simple words, when spoken from his mouth, carried immeasurable weight.
Just two days later would be Red Cliff City's annual Martial Pavilion competition, and Hongyi Martial Hall certainly had to send participants to compete in the arena.
The problem was that there was no one outstanding among the newer generation at Hongyi Martial Hall, and the few martial masters had already entered the age where their Qi-Blood was in decline, with little chance of winning many matches in the arena.
Shao Hongcheng also didn't want to see them get hurt.
