In a secluded corner of the central square in the City of Hope, a dark flag emblazoned with the flamboyant characters "Free and Unrestrained Sect" stood tall. Beneath the flag, a middle-aged man sat in a rocking chair with a fan in one hand and a gourd of wine in the other, his eyes half-closed. He muttered to himself in a low voice, occasionally taking a sip of wine, a picture of leisure and contentment.
Three meters in front of him, a sharp, forceful line deeply etched into the floor of the square barred everyone from approaching.
This was a test he had set up. If one couldn't cross that line, they simply had no qualifications to join the Free and Unrestrained Sect, saving him the time and effort of testing each person individually.
Song Jian took two steps forward and immediately felt a strong force surging towards him, causing his body to sway involuntarily. For an average player, although this wouldn't result in injury, it would at least be enough to push them off their feet.
