"Iron Wire Martial Arts Hall."
"This is the place."
Xun Guilan, carrying a 'Purple Gold Coiled Dragon Stick,' strode into the martial arts hall.
Once inside.
She witnessed a scene rarely seen elsewhere—
"Hoo!"
"Ha!"
In the martial arts hall, dozens of disciples were training, either standing in stances or practicing boxing, uniformly aligned, with spirit and energy soaring high, contrasting with the declining, morose atmosphere of many martial arts halls across Great Yan.
Xun Guilan could tell that most of these disciples were newcomers, with many still unsteady in their horse stances.
But this enthusiasm was truly rare.
"To manage the martial arts hall so vibrantly in such an environment, Master Yan must have some skills."
"But whether it's truly him, that remains to be weighed."
