Joining a Sect

"Hu Rong?" Michael turned to his disciple and questioned.

However, it seemed like he was equally as confused.

"Master Mujin... the Golden Dragon Sect used to be notorious for its skill. I am not sure what happened either."

The estate looked filled with dust; the entrance gates were barely holding on, and the sign looked as if it was about to fall off.

Even as Michael glanced at the map, he could see only a couple hundred people, some of whom were not the strongest.

There were only three people above Tier 2, and this made it the weakest sect he had felt thus far.

But since he had come all this way, he might as well investigate.

Walking onto the sect grounds, he could barely spot anyone. There were a few in the distance who were running around and sparring against each other.