Hearing what Zhao Rui said, the group froze for a second, then it dawned on them—their captain was getting ready to give them a lesson.
They were immediately delighted.
After all, they had heard from the senior members that their captain was an even better teacher than the official coaches. Every single member he had ever guided had made progress.
"Alright, let's go around. State your primary Martial Arts and any bottlenecks you're facing in your Cultivation. Feel free to speak your minds."
Zhao Rui said with a smile.
"Yes, Captain! I'll go first. I specialize in the Eight Trigrams Palm, and I'm currently at Level 8. I'm also training in Dharma Swordsmanship…"
The powerful voice echoed through Mingcan Courtyard, seeming to warm the cold winter air.
...
「Somewhere in the Northwest!」
A squad of soldiers, armed to the teeth, was patrolling the border.
