This is a secluded martial arts training ground deep in the forest, where ancient trees as thick as dozens of people hugging each other had been cut off at the waist, leaving enormous stumps.
On both sides of the stump lay numerous weapons.
Among them were some unique to this world, as well as those Bailuo had recreated from memories of his past life, forged by his uncle.
"Huu~~~"
At that moment, Isefia, holding a silver spear in her hand, stood in the wind, with the spearhead pointing skyward, yet it was perfectly still.
She was listening to the sound of the wind and feeling the restlessness of the silver spear.
Gradually, there was utter silence.
"Buzz!!"
Leaves fluttered in the air, and the senior apprentice had thrust out her silver spear when no one knew.
The sharp tip of the spear was seen to have a leaf quietly hanging on it.
"Clap clap clap clap."