The five left the side hall and had not gone far when they ran into two men and two women. One of them, a tall, thin Qi Cultivation disciple, held an extremely ugly sword blank and asked respectfully, "Martial Uncle, may I ask how one reaches our Zhen Thunder Palace's Hall of Life and Death?"
Needless to say, that Qi Cultivation disciple was Xiao Hua. He had only just learned that entering the Thunder Competition Ground required passing through the Hall of Life and Death, and he knew nothing about Zhen Thunder Palace's Hall of Life and Death either.
"Mm, it's right ahead!" Xu Ming's elder pointed, then advised, "There is currently a Golden Core martial uncle ahead at the Hall of Life and Death. If you wish to enter the Thunder Competition Ground, you should come back later!"
"Mm, many thanks, Martial Uncle!" Xiao Hua cupped his hands and led Qian Diheng and the others toward the Hall of Life and Death.
"Alas, why are disciples nowadays all like Xu Ming?" Xu Ming's elder sighed. "They never listen to their elders. Something clearly not so serious, yet they insist on stirring it up until chickens fly and dogs jump! If not for the long delay at the Hall of Life and Death today, you two martial brothers, who were originally on such good terms, would have been separated by Yin Yang!"
"Master, can't you say a little less? Ouch..." Xu Ming held his forehead and muttered in embarrassment and anger, "You were just talking about others—how did you drag your disciple into it again?"
Then Xu Ming suddenly realized something and turned to look at Xiao Hua and the others' backs. "Could they... be the disciples Martial Uncle Zhen Jie is waiting for?"
"Impossible. Two Qi Refinement disciples and