The backyard.
A small concrete house stood quietly, flanked by drooping, yellowed willow branches.
Lu Chao followed Luo Qianshan toward the small concrete house, passing through a bamboo-framed corridor entwined with withered yellow vines.
His mind still replaying the earlier scene, he felt no regret—only a sense of relief.
Although he didn't know why Guo Yun had suddenly provoked him, the moment he'd struck, he had already made up his mind.
Now that he had broken through to the Professional Level and had enough strength to protect himself, why should he continue to be so hesitant?
Either do nothing at all, or do it with a bang!
And it was clear that Master Luo wasn't angry. On the contrary, it seemed he had expected it, and his attitude had subtly shifted once again.
TAP! TAP!
The thought flashed through his mind, and he stopped walking.
In front of the concrete house was a round stone table with two stone stools, and to the side, a mahogany recliner.
