Leaving his master's house, Lin Hui returned to the training grounds, where he saw the other two groups of new recruits laughing and joking in the distance as they practiced with their swords.
Xiaohu and Xiaopang were carefully rearranging the stones that served as dividing lines.
Weiwei had found these stones specifically for the three branches of Qingfeng Temple to use to divide up the Daoist Temple's grounds.
The lines formed by these stones made it perfectly clear which area belonged to whom.
'The black mist... The world outside is so dangerous. So, what power is protecting the entire city district? Where... does a power like that come from?'
One thought after another surfaced in Lin Hui's mind.
He had originally thought the Inner City would be a safe haven, but now it seemed it had its own hardships.
Picking up his sword, Lin Hui could understand his master's perspective.
