The Charitable Association
Marching through the major city of Shanxi, a group of four clad in dark robes stopped in front of the large building replacing the center of the city.
Mrmrmrrm…
Faint mumblings entered the four's ears as they made their way into the large bar-like business. It wasn't full to the brim, but it was fairly crowded with numerous Martial Artists holding all kinds of weapons, discussing their past and future ventures.
"Here, proof for the south Ogre Horde's extermination."
Leo let go of his bag on the counter, taking off his hood as he turned to look at Yeon and the other two as they similarly put down their loot.
At this point, almost three years had passed since the unfortunate Mount Hua Sword Conference. While the Heavenly Strength Society steadily progressed, the Murim Alliance that almost drowned in mayhem was now back to its feet, even growing stronger. Every major power's treasury heavily bled to achieve this recovery, but it appeared to be worth it.
"Ah… Right! Let me check."