C316 Fist Intent

In the world of sects, Qing-Yun Sect.

Ling Jian stood in the middle of the training hall as he watched the Demon Bat Legion leave. After a long while, he finally recovered from his dazed state and regained his composure. The pair of bloody wings on his back trembled, causing a bloody rain and the wind to blow violently.

Within the mountain crevice.

Ling Jian sat cross-legged on top of it