Yin Hu stood in the center of the valley they were in. Large hills rolled up and down around them, creating a crevice where they had situated their camp for the rest of the day and night as well. Zhong Da and his wife were busying themselves by putting up their tent and starting a proper campfire. He, on the other hand, kept his arms folded behind him as he watched his three disciples practice his boxing lessons as a group. “Os!”“Os!”“Os!”Each strike came in perfect unison and in sync with the disciple next to them. Lining up from the tallest, Jun, to the shortest, Rong in his little kid form. Yin Hu could already see the traces of his dream coming true. If he closed his eyes he could imagine a thousand sect members doing the same exercise together, their unified voice shaking the very mountain they were established on. A show of power and prestige that would make the surrounding clans and forces bow before them–Err..ErrrorRorErroroR…System Malfunction Detected…System Recalibration…Recalibration Failed…System Power Reset– EroorrRorUniversal Parameters exceed System Parameters…Power Reset prevented... Error….Usually, he would be ecstatic to watch them take the randomness that he spouted and turn it into something special. The world reacted to their every punch. Though he could not sense the Qi that they made vibrate and shift within the supposed ether, there were other signs he could pinpoint. The way Wu Xui startled with every punch thrown–her oversensitivity to the esoteric energies was obvious– and the way the foot of high grass shifted and tilted with every strike were the two biggest indicators. Yet he knew, based upon what Rong had said, not even just a day ago, that they were in dangerous territory. Rong’s words had been clear. They were approaching (...)