In the middle of the night, Mike was awakened by a burst of laughter.
A group of disciples was walking towards the foot of the mountain, talking amongst themselves and laughing brazenly, ignoring the dangers of the forest at night.
"It's them?" Mike hid at the mountaintop and watched. As the disciples trekked through a clearing, Mike recognized the faces of these people under the faint moonlight.
It was the same people who had provoked him the other day at the Fifth Training Field.
There were fifteen of them in one team and they all looked enormously powerful. No wonder they were fearless.
Mike found a spot to hide, trying not to be discovered. He was still not strong enough to fight against so many people.
"Wait up!" A male disciple in the team suddenly raised his hand
