Dawn had only just begun to break.
Li Changqing was already up and washing up.
In summer, it was fully light before seven in the morning, and elderly people downstairs had already begun their exercises.
He casually changed into a simple T-shirt and sweatpants, slipped on a pair of pure white sneakers, and pulled open the front door.
Outside the residential complex, quite a few office workers had already started their morning runs along the greenway by the road.
Everything seemed no different from the day he had first arrived in Rong City.
After raging through the night, the storm of his Youth Cup victory had already vanished without a trace. No extreme fans had camped outside his door while he slept, either.
Nor were there any paparazzi with cameras skulking behind him on the road.
The clamor seemed to have remained in last night's martial arts arena, and all the turmoil had faded away.
Li Changqing stepped onto the greenway and opened his phone to check the Martial Arts Association map.
Coach Kang had arranged with him yesterday to meet at the Association entrance at seven-thirty that morning.
By convention, whenever the Youth Cup or any other Martial Arts Tournament ended, the number of people heading to the Martial Arts Association to handle business would surge.
After watching the matches, many middle school students would be fired up, imagining themselves as powerful martial artists on the arena and wondering whether they possessed equally formidable talent.
If you did not get there early, you would be queued to death.
As he stepped onto the greenway, Li Changqing suddenly realized it had been many days since he had last gone running in the city.
There was still plenty of time.
So he slowed his pace, his keen five senses gathering every