Two minutes later,
Bai Xiao was taken by Chen Liao to a secluded dojo.
It was a spacious, antique hall with walls coated in red lacquer wood and decorated with carved patterns. Seven or eight wooden mannequins were neatly arranged on one side, along with tall racks for placing weapons.
On the rack, there was a long, heavy, silver spear entirely made of iron.
Bai Xiao walked over and weighed it, feeling its heft.
It weighed probably more than three times that of a normal spear.
If it were kept in an ordinary martial arts hall, it would likely be ornamental.
But this was Fierce Bird Sect Headquarters.
It wouldn't be surprising if one of the seniors used this spear as a stick.
In the middle of the dojo, a large square area was paved with pale yellow bricks, different from the surrounding white bricks. Clearly, this section was meant for martial practice, and it appeared these yellow bricks had been specially treated.
Bai Xiao stepped onto it and felt a dense, heavy sensation.
