The night was deep.
In the dormitory area of Qiming First Martial High School, the clamor of the day had faded, replaced by a profound tranquility.
The lake's surface reflected the dark purple moon in the sky, its shimmering light like a flowing bolt of black silk dotted with crushed diamonds.
Inside the living room of Dorm 402, only the low hum of the energy circulation system could be heard.
Qin Feng sat in his room, the faint blue light screen projected from his desk illuminating his calm and resolute face.
On the other end of the light screen was the familiar and kind face of his father, Qin Dahai.
"Dad."
Qin Feng's voice carried a hint of youthful excitement that he was trying to suppress. "I made a lot of progress this month."
He didn't mention the bloody battle that had nearly exhausted him, nor the desolate wasteland of Planet Gamma-7 and the ferocity of the greenskins.
Telling him would only cause his father, thousands of miles away, to worry needlessly.
