Watching his back as he left, Zheng Wu opened his mouth, a bitter, self-reproachful look on his face.
Lu Chao stood to one side in silence, finally patting the other man on the shoulder.
A profound silence fell over the martial arts hall's backyard.
The lights in the training hall stayed on all night, as countless people sighed in the dark.
...
「One week later.」
GULP... GULP...
Lu Chao sat at the living room table, eating breakfast at home with Zhao Yuanqing.
Amidst sounds of swallowing, he slurped down three large bowls of hot noodles. In less than ten minutes, he had also devoured the two pounds of cooked Exotic Beast Meat on the plate before him.
Zhao Yuanqing, sitting beside him and eating his own meal, wore a blue cotton jacket. He was long accustomed to his friend's astonishing appetite.
Unsurprised, he simply held his bowl of beef noodles, his attention focused more on the living room TV as he ate.
