Riding a Hybrid Green-Scaled Warhorse with Exotic Beast bloodline, Chen Mo galloped along the official road under Zhangsun Wuyou's guidance for nearly half an hour before finally arriving at the Martial Pavilion, located directly east of the Imperial Palace.
Rather than an academy that taught martial arts, the Martial Pavilion was more like a city within the capital. It covered an astonishingly vast area, with more than ten mountain peaks inside.
In Chen Mo's view, even the Imperial Palace was not as imposing as this place.
Flying seemed to be unrestricted within the Martial Pavilion. Figures could be seen darting through the sky at incredible speed, and some were even sparring in midair.
It was just that, in Chen Mo's eyes, their strength was undoubtedly somewhat lacking.
However, the combat areas seemed to be covered by some sort of transparent protective barrier, and the aftershocks of their battles did not spread outward.
Otherwise, with the strength of the Martial Pavilion's disciples, this place would have long since been reduced to ruins.
This was most likely the handiwork of a high-level Rune Master.
At his current level as a peak Xuan Grade Rune Master, Chen Mo could not accomplish such a thing. He was incapable of inscribing Runes of such intensity.
"I'm afraid only an Earth Grade Rune Master would be capable of inscribing such Runes."
Thinking of how the Rune Masters and the Alchemist Association were both located in the capital, while the strongest craftsmen belonged to the Heavenly Armament Pavilion of the Great Zhou Imperial Family, Chen Mo knew he would not be bored in the future.
He only hoped that fewer idle people would come disturb his peaceful life. In a place like the capital, where powers were tangled like tangled roots and twisted vines, trouble was bound