Seven days later, by the bamboo forest.
Hearing Wind rising, leaves flitting.
Lu Ran cradled his twin swords, seated in the midst of the bamboo path.
Around him, some tens of meters away, three battle groups were in action.
Deng Yutang's cries of war were fierce and aggressive, befitting the name of a Red Scarf Believer.
Chang Ying, shouting continuously with her giant axe, did not fall behind; though merely a habitual gambler, she lived the aspect of West Desolation.
Tian Tian was considerably quieter, wielding her three-foot long sword and striving to dodge and weave through the siege of three bamboo demons.
Her battle group was the one Lu Ran paid most attention to and offered the most guidance.
"Too deep!"
Though his eyes were covered by a red scarf, Lu Ran precisely pinpointed Tian Tian's mistake.
While mentoring his trainees, he was, of course, also striving to improve himself.
Lu Ran even attempted to gather all the information from the three battle groups at once!
