It was mid-October, and the signs of autumn were pronounced. Yellow leaves twirled through the air, carried by the wind, eventually settling on the apprentices' garments.
In the spacious training ground behind the Medicine King Hall, Chen Ku stood his ground, watching Jiang Shaoyou walk directly toward him. He couldn't help but clasp his hands in greeting.
"Senior Brother Jiang, do you wish for me to spar with you?"
Chen Ku hadn't yet figured out why Jiang Shaoyou wanted to befriend him, but he couldn't deny the benefits he'd received from Jiang Shaoyou, which made him speak more kindly and politely.
"I'm afraid I'm not capable of that..."
This wasn't false modesty, but the simple truth.
