The rammed-earth ground of the martial arts training field was baked scorching hot by the midday sun, steaming with a stifling heat mixed with the smell of sweat and dust.
Dozens of Prince's Mansion guards were loosely gathered in an irregular circle. Jeers, whistles, and malicious, mocking laughter rose in waves, sounding like a boiling pot of oil.
At the center of the circle, Lin Feng pressed his lips tightly together. Sweat slid down his youthful yet sharp jawline and hit the burning ground, hissing as it evaporated into a small wisp of white steam.
Chapter 21