C225 Senior disciple meng

At dusk, the sun's rays lazily sprinkled over the Martial House's plaza. The towering pagoda in the courtyard was shining with a golden light, giving off a sense of majesty that could not be infringed upon.

The students in the yard were all aware of their results. They gathered in groups of twos or threes. They were feeling proud and dejected. A match was just a competition