Deep inside the manor, there was a standalone martial arts practice field, flanked on both sides by rows of pavilions.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Under Ke Zheng’s lead, as soon as they approached the practice field, Duan Lingtian heard a series of thunderous claps echoing from within. Upon closer inspection, two young men, both around thirty-five, were engaged in a sparring match. They were evenly matched, neither able to gain the upper hand.
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