Standing on the rubble of a rooftop, or stepping on the blue-gray stone bricks.
Many glances swept over from time to time, looking towards this courtyard of his, filled with intense anticipation.
"Everyone got up quite early..."
His gaze flickered, and Chen Feng once again felt that long-lost sense of responsibility.
The burden of the Flame Tiger Sect, the Red Country Martial Arts World, and even the future of Earth Star Martial Arts.
These familiar pressures had vanished with his disappearance, and now, upon his return, they reappeared, merging with the expectations of others, weighing upon his shoulders.
He didn't feel tired, nor did he feel oppressed.
Chen Feng's eyes were deep; he was long accustomed to such expectations.
Suddenly, he retracted his perception and looked at the panel.
