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Dozens of disciples left one after another. They all lowered their heads, not daring to look into the eyes of others. After they left the drill grounds, their bodies turned into a streak of light and disappeared.1

Before long, the number of disciples had basically stabilized. A dozen disciples stood there, and all of them had fighting spirit in their eyes.

Ye Kai, Shen Nian, and Yang Yun had all decided to stay behind.

The two of them were playing like idiots, not feeling tired at all.

"How many of you decided to stay?"

Elder Shen Ruofeng looked at the last ten or so people on the drill ground and nodded his head. After instructing a few people, he also left.

Ye Kai couldn't help but to glance at Shen Nian. This was a little too unreliable. She actually had no explanation for this.

Shen Nian shrugged her shoulders and didn't say anything else.

The group of people quickly packed everything up and set out on the road towards the Redbud Chu Kingdom.

In the north, in the middle of a small city, Shen Nian and the rest were walking on a street.

Initially, this small city was not that special. However, because of the birth of the Martial Saint's tomb, this place was the closest place to the Martial Ancestor's tomb. Experts from all over the city gathered here and countless geniuses gathered here, breaking the tranquility of the small city.

The streets were bustling with people. Cultivators from all directions were wandering around in groups of three to five, and the hawkers were calling out to them incessantly.

The Vermilion Bird Sect was one of the three great sects of the Redbud Chu Country. Seeing the clothes they were wearing, many people naturally stepped aside to make way for them.

At this moment, a clamor sounded out from ahead.

Many people crowded around, looking at the center and pointing.

"Don't you know to give way? "Do you have eyes?" a man shouted.

"Grandpa, grandfather!" Get up quickly, wuu …

What responded him was a burst of sobs.

Ye Kai was curious and he squeezed into the crowd.

In the center, a boy of about six or seven years old was rubbing his eyes and sobbing uncontrollably.

Beside him was an old man lying motionless on the ground. His white beard was dyed red.

It was clear that they were grandfather and grandson. Their clothes were very tattered, and there were patches everywhere, and they were covered in oil. The little boy's face was filled with dirt.

Beside them was another group of people. These people were watching this scene with indifferent expressions, completely ignoring the crying little boy.

In front of this group of people, there was a youth who was about the same age as Ye Kai. His clothes were indescribably luxurious, obviously he was not an ordinary person.

He saw that the person in front was sitting on the back of a horse with a proud expression. He used the corner of his eyes to look at the people around him and a cold smile appeared on his face.

Beside him, there was a servant that was holding a whip in his hand. His expression was dark and fierce.

"What are you crying for, shut up!" If you don't get lost, don't believe that I'll slap you to death! " The servant reprimanded.

After hearing his shout, the boy's body involuntarily trembled. Then, he began to cry even louder. His voice was mournful, causing one's heart to involuntarily ache when they heard it.

However, those people all had apathetic expressions and did not have the slightest bit of sympathy towards this child. On the contrary, there was a faint look of anticipation on their faces as they wanted to see this child miserably shriek from the whip.

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