Yang Hall, located southeast of the Heavenly Martial Hall, was surrounded by dozens of towering peaks forming a ring, with waterfalls rushing down from the mountain tops like dragons, emitting a thunderous roar that echoed through the entire sky.
Atop these peaks, one could see countless large halls filled with dense crowds of people, who moved about energetically at times.
Above them, nature's spiritual energy formed a canopy-like fog layer, enveloping the mountain tops and even bringing down the Spirit Rain.
Although Heavenly Martial Hall was only a Third Grade Sect, in Ye Xuan's view, its grandeur was comparable to some Fourth Grade Sects he had seen before.
"The entire Heavenly Martial Hall has five thousand disciples, of which Yang Hall has the fewest, only eight hundred, not even one-fifth."
Feng Yuan and Ye Xuan walked side by side, and as they advanced, a large red hall also came into view ahead of them.
"Five thousand disciples?"
