A massive search operation was launched in Tianyang County, but unfortunately, after several days, there was no result. Not a single one of the five people in the portrait was found; only some human traffickers were caught.
The Prefectural Governor was furious but in the end, had to let the matter drop.
Zhong Lin paid no attention to the outside happenings; before his Master returned, his task was to practice martial arts. Matters involving mutant beasts were beyond what he, a little shrimp, could deal with.
Time passed languidly, and in the blink of an eye, half a month had flown by.
The red sun rose.
In the vast martial arts training ground, Zhong Lin moved about holding a pair of copper hammers made from purple copper. Under the sunlight, they gleamed with a purple hue. Each hammer was the size of a pumpkin and weighed over a thousand pounds, but in Zhong Lin's hands, they were as light as wood, wielded with great vigor.
