"Hey! Watch my punch!"
"Not bad! Check out my Copper Statue Technique!"
"Hiss!!"
The sound entered his ears, though it was just after the new year, the disciples of the Martial Arts Hall remained diligent as always.
Some were practicing boxing in the quiet room, while others were sparring on the ground floor.
"Chen, my fellow disciple."
Footsteps approached, and right on time, Cao Tong appeared, bringing hot porridge and other breakfast items as usual.
He looked somewhat preoccupied, the matter of the Black Tide casting a significant shadow on him.
Nodding, he walked into the next quiet room, and during the meal, Chen Feng noticed that the other was hesitant to speak several times.
"Speak your mind, Brother Cao."
"Should we really not tell others?"
Cao Tong gestured towards the other disciples in the Martial Arts Hall, feeling somewhat uneasy at heart.
Hearing this, Chen Feng paused his porridge-drinking action, understanding what the other meant.
