Shangjing City.
Inside a martial arts hall located in the city center.
Besides the training hall in the basement, there is also a conference room on the top floor of the adjoining building.
Entering through the gilt carved wooden door.
A cold mist mixed with the fresh scent of bamboo leaves hits you.
The entire floor has been converted into a miniature mountain range, with gray-green artificial hills rising from the entrance, and artificial waterfalls cascading through rock crevices...
It is extremely extravagant.
Eight silver-haired elders sit at the highest platform of the rocky terrace.
Behind them hangs a three-meter-high plaque made of golden silkwood, the vermilion traces of "Martial Extremes Eight Desolates" still carrying the fierce ink smell of pine smoke.
The young disciples kneel on green stone mats below.
Women in dark green brocade cheongsams move among them, occasionally kneeling beside disciples, covering their mouths and lightly laughing with flushed cheeks.
