The Lockheart Family's Challenge
"Are they here because of the Ancient Martial Arts Conference?" Wren Tyson asked with a dark expression.
The medicinal steam continued to rise around him, carrying the heavy bitter scent of herbs throughout the quiet courtyard. His legs remained submerged inside the medicinal bath, trembling slightly from the piercing pain spreading through his nervous system.
Yet compared to the storm now approaching the Tyson Family…
That pain was nothing.
"Yes," Xavier Tyson nodded, his face grim.
His voice was low and heavy, like stone sinking into cold water.
"The Lockheart Family came aggressively this time. Charvi Lockheart personally led them here."
The atmosphere immediately became tense.
Outside the courtyard, even the morning wind seemed colder.
Five years ago, Wren Tyson stood at the peak of Valemont's Old Martial Arts world.
Back then, his name alone carried enough weight to suppress countless forces.
