Starting the next day, Chen Shouyi returned to his usual routine of training every day.
Before long, more than ten peaceful days had passed.
That evening, Chen Shouyi returned from the wasteland in the Otherworld and saw Qin Liuyuan sitting in the living room, chatting with his father. His face was flushed, and he carried himself with an air of confidence, brimming with spirit. He seemed like a completely different person from before.
Chen Shouyi was a little surprised.
Since that reservoir mission, Qin Liuyuan had tried to persuade him to stand up for the rights of civilian martial artists. After Chen Shouyi refused, he had not seen him again.
"You're back so late today. Your colleague's been waiting for you for ages!" Chen Dawei said with relief when Chen Shouyi came in.
"I haven't been here that long. I just dropped by to visit and have a drink with you!" Qin Liuyuan stood up when he saw Chen Shouyi and said cheerfully. He was much more casual than before.
"Sorry, I got caught up in training and lost track of time." Chen Shouyi smiled at Qin Liuyuan. "What brings you here today? It's been ages since I last saw you."
Then he turned to Father Chen. "Dad, I'm going out to eat with him."
Father Chen replied understandingly, "Go ahead. Don't stay out too late!"
His son was good in every way except that he was too much of a homebody. As soon as evening came, he would hole himself up in his room, and nobody knew what he was doing.
He didn't seem like a martial master at all.
In Father Chen's mind, martial masters were either rough and rowdy, drinking from huge bowls and tearing into great slabs of meat, without a care in the world, or