The crushing weight from these seven figures sent shivers through the crowd.
Even the arrogant young nobles fell silent in that instant.
"Seven Martial Saints... They're basically the kings of this world," Pearson Bowman whispered under his breath.
"With them around, we won't get squat."
"So what if they're Martial Saints? They can't just push everyone around! If they're so tough, why don't they just wipe us all out!"
"The big shots from the Mystic Realm aren't here yet. Who knows what'll go down when they show up."
Everyone stared at the massive mine ahead, ready to be dug up, worry written all over their faces.
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When I came to, I was already stretched out on a bamboo bed.
The place around me felt completely foreign.
The room was bare-bones simple, but spotless.
I pushed myself up slowly from the bed.
Rubbing my head, dizziness hit me along with a sharp ache in my chest.
My wounds clearly hadn't healed yet.
