The small grove was a place where Ouyang Yude specifically trained with the Iron Gall, traces of the Iron Gall could be seen everywhere.
Walking among them, Xu Xiangbei felt as if he could see Ouyang Yude's fingers fluttering up and down here, with four brilliant Iron Balls performing dazzling aerial dances like meteors and lightning.
The grove was like a pilgrim's Holy Land, and just being in it, one could sense miracles, with inspiration flowing in like a tide, making him exhilarated.
The sky had already turned dark, visibility in the grove was very low, and without knowing when, the sky began to be shrouded in thick clouds, blocking the starlight, so much so that not a finger could be seen in front of him.
