The next day, in the afternoon, amidst the chaotic training ground.
Huai Shi squatted on the ground, examining a heap of randomly scattered weapons, feeling overwhelmed.
"What's this?"
Huai Shi picked up a half-statue resembling a human figure, its back faintly revealing a contorted human face.
"Oh, that was a Sublimator who got too obsessed with martial arts novels. He thought he was invincible, so he made a one-legged bronze man to challenge everyone. I ended up pinning him to the bronze man and beating him to death... It's been so long since I've cleaned up; this place is covered in dust."
Luo Lao picked up a handkerchief and wiped the dust from the face. The fearful expression underneath was revealed, making the old man even more gleeful. "That guy named Third Question couldn't fight for squat, but he spoke pretty words. If he hadn't been killed back then, he'd still be around to say a few nice things."
"And this one?"
