Early dawn, at the inn that Mount Hua had entirely rented out to use as a dining hall. Heavy silence flowed through the dining hall, which should have been bustling and noisy with people crowding in.
Clatter. Clatter.
With dozens of people gathered for a meal, it should naturally be difficult to stay quiet even if they tried, but only the sound of spoons hitting porridge bowls rang out intermittently. Even that felt so loud that it made people flinch in surprise. In this suffocating silence, the faces of the Second-Generation Disciples gradually turned pale blue.
'This is driving me crazy.' This will cause indigestion. This will definitely cause indigestion.
No matter how much they were disciples of Mount Hua who could chew on rocks and digest steel, there was no way the food shoved down their throats in this atmosphere could digest properly.
'Senior Brother.' 'What?'
'What about that talk?' 'Are you crazy? What can I say in this atmosphere?'
The Second-Generation Disciples desperately exchanged glances, barely mouthing the words. Originally, they had planned to look for a good opportunity this morning to say that the current training was too excessive. It was not just complaining.