A day later.
Several flying cars and an aircraft, cutting through the semi-sky white clouds, arrived at the Mountain Gate of the Flame Tiger Sect.
The black metal shells, with the noticeable four large characters of Tianhao Security painted in white.
One by one, the True Inheritors of the Flame Tiger Sect looked up, Cao Tong, resembling an iron tower, stood in the martial arts training field, already accustomed to such a spectacle.
"Another group of visitors."
"Yes."
Zhao Tingxiao responded, sitting on the edge of the veranda under the canopy of a redwood cabin, still thinking about today's instructions and feeling a hint of spiritual light.
Tap, tap, tap, steps appeared behind him, the rest of the True Inheritors and Core Disciples at the Mountain Gate gradually appeared.
Some sat on the roof's black tiles, relaxed, others opened the Quiet Room doors, stepping out.
