Suddenly, a series of images flashed through Ding Chenmo's mind, and he thought of a good place to go.
He recalled that one summer vacation during junior high, his grandfather had sent him to learn martial arts at a martial arts hall. He wondered if, after all these years, the hall still existed and whether that third-rate instructor was still around, misleading countless youths and if anyone still challenged the hall.
Following his memory, Ding Chenmo drove to the vicinity of the martial arts hall. The city had changed so much over the years that the original streets and alleys had completely transformed. He drove around for a good half hour before finally catching sight of the familiar building and headed towards it.
As he neared the end of the road, he saw the martial arts hall from his memories.
He parked the car nearby and stood in front of the Wang Family Martial Arts Hall, observing it. Despite the years that had passed, it looked exactly the same.
