Golden Saber Institute, Martial Arts Training Ground.
Upon hearing that their senior brother was going to spar with a young expert who came visiting, almost all the disciples of the Golden Saber Institute gathered.
The crowd instinctively stood at a distance, whispering among themselves.
"Is that the guy who's going to spar with Senior Brother Wang? He looks so young," someone exclaimed.
"He looks decent enough, but he's probably just an embroidered pillow, nice to look at but useless," someone scoffed.
However, some took this match very seriously.
Yu Dao stood upstairs, gazing at the distant Martial Arts Training Ground, then chuckled lightly and said, "Old Yan, do you think Tiancheng can beat this Zhao Ya?"
