Their footsteps were urgent, their momentum aggressive, wherever they went, the air seemed to tremble under the pressure of this powerful momentum, a storm was about to sweep in.
The night sky was like a giant black satin, soft yet sinisterly draping over the Lu Family Martial Arts Hall.
The hall was deathly still, with only a few dim lanterns swaying in the cold wind, seemingly struggling to dispel the darkness, yet appearing so powerless.
Suddenly, a burst of urgent and chaotic footsteps, like dense drumbeats, shattered this suffocating silence.
