The next morning, after breakfast, An Ling led Jiang Qiu to the Soldier Cultivation Academy.
Wide brick roads crisscrossed between training halls arranged in neat, orderly rows. The view was dominated by a vast expanse of low-slung buildings, with few towering skyscrapers to be seen.
As they set foot on campus, many upperclassmen hurrying by would call out, "Captain An Ling!" upon seeing him, before gathering their assigned freshmen and heading to various training halls to assemble.
"Martial Uncle, the training halls for our Spear System are in this area. This one right here is run by my master."
Following An Ling's gaze, Jiang Qiu saw an enormous training hall looming before them. It was so large it dwarfed the others, a single building bigger than two halls from other departments combined.
'So many people in the Northwest Province use the spear,' Jiang Qiu thought with an inward sigh, following An Ling inside.
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