"Linghai Card Artisan Training Camp." Those five large gold-leaf words were rather eye-catching in the sunlight. Small clusters of students were coming and going, all of them putting on fierce looks.
Chen Mu and his group stopped up the gate, which got everyone's attention. Many of the students passing through gave them dirty looks, sneering when they turned their gazes to the group's leader, Chen Mu.
When Ji Ming arrived at the gate of the training camp in a rush, he saw what was happening. He couldn't refrain from laughing. As the director of external relations for the training camp, he had seen a lot. The Linghai Training Camp was Zargan's best-known training camp. They would encounter several groups of challengers every year, which was how they had become so well-known.
At Ji Ming's first glance, he knew the gang had come for a challenge. But it was the first time he'd seen such an ugly challenger. He couldn't hide his look of amusement.
