"You—all of you—are responsible for contacting the strong forces of the martial world! Before night falls, not a single person listed may be overlooked! Do you hear me?"
Medicine King Valley.
Inside the great hall.
The Medicine King paced back and forth, hands clasped behind his back, in the hall.
The spacious hall was now filled to the brim with people.
Inner Sect Disciples of the Medicine King Valley sat at tables, beginning to make calls based on the intelligence reports.
The reports contained contact information for various powerhouses in the martial world.
Although many of these contacts could only reach lower-level members,
the lower-level members would quickly report up, usually able to get the message to their leader's ears within two hours.
