Huang Donglai's eyework was indeed good. He had already noticed that Xiao Zhun's pupils were faintly glowing red, and in his hand placed behind his back, he was holding a bizarre-looking, crimson-colored sword.
...
At the same moment, at the northwest side of the training field, near the latrines.
Since the order of the training field could no longer be maintained, the disciples of Wujian Mountain Villa below the "Hundred Character Generation" simply followed the bulk of the crowd.
The result was that this massive group of eight or nine hundred people all squeezed into this place, wanting to see what had happened to Master Xiao, or rather... to see if he had truly been "killed to get the eggs."
But this place was indeed a bit narrow.
The few squatting spots of the latrine itself were only slightly larger than those of the public toilets in modern times, and the empty space around it, as Linghu Xiang had said, was about "one-third of an acre."
