Before Shen Haoran, four Martial Artists were seated in a circle, discussing something. The four of them couldn't have looked more different. There was a burly, formidable man, a stunning woman with a fiery figure, a young man with a scholarly air, and finally, surprisingly, an old, blind man.
Upon hearing Shen Haoran, all four turned their heads to look at him and his two companions.
"Didn't you see the sign? Martial Artists below the Spirit Marquis Tier, don't bother us! A scrawny guy like you—you think you have the strength of a Spirit Marquis?" the burly man roared, glancing at Shen Haoran. His voice was so loud it made everyone's eardrums ring.
Hearing this, Shen Haoran chuckled. "If we want to join your team, we naturally need to be worth our salt, don't we? If you don't believe me, feel free to test me!" With that, Shen Haoran beckoned to the burly man.
