While Austin and Owen chatted, most of the children practicing the Qi Gathering Stance had collapsed from exhaustion. Even the oldest group was slumped on the ground.
The only one still standing in the field was Kahn, whom Austin and Owen had been discussing.
But this level of training no longer had any effect on Kahn. There was not a trace of fatigue on him, not even a bead of sweat, and he had effortlessly lasted until the end.
"Today's morning training ends here." Seeing that the time was about right, Austin made the final announcement.
Training in Green Lake Town was much the same as elsewhere on the continent, divided into two daily sessions: morning training and evening practice.
"Uncle Austin, keep telling us stories!"
"Yeah, you didn't finish yesterday's story about slaying the Tyrannosaurus!"
As soon as they were dismissed, the children immediately began shouting. Every day after morning training, Austin would tell them about some of the things he had seen and experienced while traveling across the continent.
Green Lake Town's usual method of cultivation was to raise children from a young age, then send them out into the wider world once they came of age. Some never returned, some found better opportunities elsewhere, some came back as failures, and, most importantly, some powerful figures returned.
Those powerful figures were Green Lake Town's greatest asset. Their past experiences and knowledge would become an inheritance passed down to the town's descendants.
And these children who had grown up in the town longed greatly for the outside world.
"Boring..."
Kahn glanced at the children eagerly waiting to hear stories, then turned around and found a quiet corner. He sat cross-legged and began cultivating his battle qi.
To Kahn, Austin's stories held no great appeal at all. After all, he