That morning, Tang Wen got up as he always did. A breakthrough in his Primordial Pile Technique was imminent, so he practiced a bit longer, leaving later than usual.
By the time he put on his weights and arrived at the plaza of the Underground Palace, he found no one was practicing their stances.
They were all standing in neat rows, listening to Elder Xia speak:
"...So, today's assessment will be held at the ground-level plaza in the Inner City! After breakfast, anyone who wants to participate in the selection should stand over here. Alright, you're dismissed. We'll assemble here to register in an hour and a half."
The selection!
It was finally starting!
This was the selection for Commander. In theory, anyone could sign up.
Elder Xia had just mentioned that the war against the Black Mountain Battalion was essentially over.
The troublemaking gangs from outside the region had all been eliminated.
Their Flame Camp had won the war.
The war was won.
