Earlier that day, several young disciples had gathered to discuss something inside the Iron Fist Sect in Jiangcheng City.
They stood in a circle on the empty training ground.
"Senior Brother, now that you've successfully refined your astral qi, your Black Iron Mountain-Splitting Astral Qi can smash through anything. You're bound to make a name for yourself in this City Heroes' Battle!"
"Forget the City Heroes' Battle. With how explosive our Iron Fist Sect's cultivation method is, using it at the Astral Realm should get you all the way to the Ascendant Dragon Assembly."
"Hah, you're all being too conservative. I think Senior Brother can start looking into which Dragon Hall he wants to cultivate in."
"..."
Seeing their claims grow increasingly outlandish, the Iron Fist Sect's senior disciple-the bald young man surrounded by the others-smiled. "You're exaggerating, but you're right about one thing. It's time our Iron Fist Sect made a name for itself."
The Iron Fist Sect's standing in Jiangcheng City was roughly equivalent to green pepper and eggplant filling's standing among dumpling fillings-if someone mentioned it, you would certainly count it as a kind of dumpling filling, but if asked to list the different kinds, hardly anyone would think of it.
Likewise, if you asked about the Iron Fist Sect, plenty of River City locals might know it was a local sect. But if you picked a random local and asked them to name the sects in the city, practically no one would think of the Iron Fist Sect.
It had a presence, but not much of one.
After all, its current sect leader was only in the late Fourth Realm. Even its existing standing owed something to the age of the sect's name.
Now that its senior disciple, Wen Tai, had successfully refined his astral qi,