By the mountainside.
Chen Mu's eyes were calm and undisturbable, but his entire being inexplicably exuded a touch of vicissitudes; a depth which should not belong to a man in his early thirties. Now, if one gazed into his profound eyes, they could see that bit of age, as if he had witnessed the world's myriad transformations.
Such an aura was not an illusion.
The Marrow Cleansing Realm, the Grandmaster of Martial Arts, had already distinguished itself vastly. His understanding and accumulation of Martial Arts had truly reached a state of returning to simplicity and truth, nearly unconstrained by any techniques or skills, with every move of the Martial Body carrying immense might.