บท 142: Beauty Isn’t Everything

-The Arena-

Training had run late.

Due to every member of the Squad being cultivators well into the Third Order or beyond, there was a large threshold for how long they could go swinging their fists and their weapons, and Zayda, standing at the edge of the Arena kept her eyes on them with a frown of dissatisfaction calling for a resumption after the end of almost every spar.

Since they were five and there was an obvious shortage of pairs, there was always someone standing beside Zayda for an adequate stretch of time before the changing of sparring partners.