At the foot of the mountain was a lake, connected to the river Carson Flores had just passed, which was now completely frozen.
Above the frozen lake, there were many people bustling back and forth across the frozen surface.
Carson Flores was a bit dazed. So many people?
Gathering for a market?
"Bang!"
Someone punched down, shattering the ice and creating a huge hole with ice splinters flying.
Innate Grandmasters!
After punching, the person sat down cross-legged to rest and recuperate, while the crowd nearby started shoveling all the ice fragments into a large frame and quickly carried it away to a distance before dumping it out.
Once the ice from the large hole was cleaned up, the resting man stood up again, punched down once more, and the people around him resumed their cleaning duties.
