The five of them left the side hall. They had not gone far when they ran into two men and two women. One of the lanky qi cultivation disciples held an exceedingly ugly sword blank and respectfully asked, "Martial Uncle, how does one reach the Hall of Life and Death in our Zhen Thunder Palace?"
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.
"Mm, it's right ahead!" Xu Ming's master pointed with a hand, then advised, "There are Golden Core stage Martial Uncles at the Hall of Life and Death right now. If you wish to enter the Thunder Competition Ground, you should come back later!"
"Mm, thank you, Martial Uncle!" Xiao Hua cupped his hands, then 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 master sighed. "They never listen to their elders. What was clearly no great matter had to be stirred into chickens flying and dogs jumping! If not for the long delay before the Hall of Life and Death today, you two martial brothers who were once so close would have been separated by Yin Yang!"
"Master, can't you say a little less? Ow..." Xu Ming held his forehead and muttered in embarrassed irritation, "You were just talking about others—why did you drag your disciple into it again?"
Then Xu Ming suddenly realized something and turned to look at Xiao Hua's departing group. "Could they... be the disciples Martial Uncle Zhen Jie is waiting for?"
"Impossible. Two qi cultivation disciples and two newly advanced Foundation Establishment