By the time he woke up, his parents had gone to work and his younger brother had gone to school.
All that was left was a table laden with a hearty breakfast.
Zhao Rui took a bite of the stir-fried shredded potatoes. The familiar taste instantly filled his mouth, awakening a flavor called home.
He stretched, leaned back lazily in his chair, and felt an exceptional sense of peace.
After eating and changing his clothes, Zhao Rui hopped on his bicycle and headed out, making his way to Jimin Medicine Hall.
Now that he was on break, he had to report back to his Sect.
Parking his bike next to the familiar black-lacquered door, Zhao Rui pushed it open and strode into the Martial Arts Hall.
The familiar shouts of training came from inside. His junior brothers and sisters were diligently practicing their Martial Arts, throwing punches and kicks.
"Second Senior Brother! I'm back."
