It was early autumn, the morning breeze was chilly.
Many youths were gathered on the training ground. They wore simple clothing and were well built. Their faces were flushed and they had a fiery look in their eyes.
In front of them, an eagle-eyed tall instructor was in the midst of lecturing.
"The Yang Family was able to have a position in the Da Qian due to our martial arts and spiritual techniques. Those from the Yang Family would need to undergo tests and train their martial arts skills since they were eight… all of you were less gifted and veered from the paths of cultivation. However, you all can still hone your martial arts! As long as you have broken through the 12 Golden Locks and rise to become a Grandmaster, there is still hope!"
"Of course, being a Grandmaster is not easy. If you are successful, you can minimally become a clan elder and improve the standing of your clan. You will not have anything to worry about!"
