Looking slightly weary, he squinted into the morning sun.
He opened his palm, reaching toward the sunrise on the horizon. The golden morning light enveloped his entire hand.
It stained his palm a fiery red.
The next moment, the look in Lin Yi's eyes changed abruptly.
His hand snapped shut into a fist, as if trying to seize the blazing sun itself.
9:54 AM.
New Star Martial Arts Hall.
A bus slowly pulled into the station and came to a stop.
When the doors opened, passengers disembarked one after another.
Finally, a young man stepped off the bus.
He walked to the entrance of the Martial Arts Hall and looked up, gazing at the familiar facade.
His eyes lingered on the gilded sign emblazoned with the words "New Star Martial Arts Hall."
His eyes were filled with memories.
He remembered the first time he came here.
He had yearned to be here, full of envy, wanting nothing more than to become a student at this Martial Arts Hall.
