The autumn wind stirred.
Kicking up a cloud of dust and sand.
Just as the dust was about to hit the balcony,
the two women, one on the left and one on the right, abruptly flicked their sleeves.
A strong gust of wind swept the grit back.
Tang Wen said slowly, "They're just High-level Martial Artists. I still have two months, don't I?"
The two women said no more, but their faces were etched with worry.
A sense of urgency also grew in Tang Wen's heart.
The gang assembly... That meant the Gang Leader and all the gang's top experts would be present.
'To hide my true strength in front of so many experts, and even compete...'
HISS!
Just thinking about it was thrilling.
'Looks like I'll have to find time to grind the Breath Concealment Technique.'
'There's just not enough time.'
Tang Wen went downstairs for a walk.
When the Martial Artists of Seven Kills Hall saw him, they all stopped their training and watched him pass as a sign of respect.
