Ethan Smith remained silent, but deep down, he was slightly worried.
Heavenly Punishment? What exactly was that?
"Stop pondering about these things now, they're too far removed from you." Drexel waved his hand dismissively.
Ethan took a deep breath and whispered, "Indeed, it feels very remote. I can only take one step at a time."
Despite saying this, Ethan couldn't help but keep this matter in mind.
...
The next day was the day they were to meet at the Martial Arts Hall.
With Drexel's backing, Ethan felt more confident.
He suppressed his aura, put on his black robe, left the hotel, and headed for the Martial Arts Hall.
By that time, the Martial Arts Hall was already packed.
Many martial artists had come after hearing the news. They were of varying strengths.
Even some who seldom showed up were present. For example, Bryce Blair, and Blaise Rhodes' father, Harold Rhodes, and others.
