Liu Chen instructed the others and tied the rope around his waist with Li Wenshan, then climbed up with a short knife in hand.
The rest of the team was led by Uncle Yin who stayed at the base of the mountain. Yang Qing and the thin, dark man were quite obedient, knowing their skills were inferior and were happy to follow Uncle Yin's orders.
But Zhang Shuntian was a different story. He'd always been arrogant because of his talent, and these past days he'd never really taken Uncle Yin seriously, considering the old man merely a defeated subordinate. Seeing Uncle Yin teaching Liu Chen martial arts day and night, Zhang Shuntian sneered disdainfully, "What's there to learn from martials arts of a country bumpkin?"
"When I enter the sacred land of martial arts, that will be the true pinnacle," he always spoke about entering the martial arts sacred land, but what he didn't know was that some of the moves Uncle Yin taught Liu Chen were actually from that very sacred place.
