Passing through the vermilion gates, Ling Chen and Tong Zhentian arrived at the martial arts arena. Over the past few days, Ling Chen had already set up the arena. At one end, there hung a massive character "Martial," flanked by two rows of weapon racks. Swords, spears, sabers, halberds, axes, clubs, and staffs, the eighteen types of weapons were neatly displayed, exuding an impressive aura.
Tong Zhentian nodded as he observed, praising, "Not bad, well arranged. It seems you've put a lot of thought into it."
Ling Chen smiled and said, "If we are to do it, then we must do our best. Elder Tong, come, I'll show you around." With those words, Ling Chen led the way, guiding Tong Zhentian into the main building.
