Time flew, and in the blink of an eye, it was the day of Mr. Long Sr's birthday banquet. The Long Family was once the most glorious Martial Arts Family, and even though martial arts had nearly declined, every year an innumerable number of esteemed families would attend Mr. Long Sr's birthday. This year was no exception.
The Long Family Manor was vast, with a courtyard filled with luxury cars, and a continuous stream of guests arriving.
At the front of the manor was a huge training field, dotted with many wooden dummies, all neatly arranged.
On the surface, it seemed like nothing special, perhaps because it hadn't officially started yet.
"Clack clack clack—"
The dull sound of intermittent strikes on the wooden dummy echoed from over there. The rhythm sounded somewhat stiff, the force applied too uniform, lacking the ability to control it at will, but it still drew praises from the surrounding disciples.
"That third young master is so amazing!"
"Third young master is mighty!"
