C61 Auction House

"It's snowing…" Chen Xiaozhi stood beside the expansive training field, draped in a black coat, his hand outstretched to catch the descending snowflakes.

Not far off, hundreds of his followers were practicing their punches in perfect unison, their voices echoing in chorus—a truly impressive sight.

They were honing their skills under the tutelage of Zhao Qi and several other Hall Masters