Time flies.
Two days later.
Evening.
During this time, Kyoto still maintained its superficial peace.
However,
Even many middle and low-level Association personnel felt something was wrong.
It seemed like a long time since they had seen the high-level members in the Martial Arts Association.
Not only that.
Even in the Committee Sects, the number of disciples responsible for handling affairs had sharply decreased.
The Martial Arts Association, which used to be bustling with people, is now filled with a repressive atmosphere, making people feel more stressed.
Many people noticed something was wrong.
But they couldn't pinpoint exactly what was wrong.
It was just intuition that told them that perhaps something significant was about to happen.
At this time.
Martial Arts Association Headquarters.
Underground.
Xiang Li walked through the pure white corridor.
In two days.
