It was still morning at the Elite Training Camp. Since the trainees had all gone on their "life-or-death adventure," this was the quietest time for the instructors.
Among the buildings where the camp's God of War instructors lived stood a secluded villa that looked quite ordinary. It was built in the style of a Tang-dynasty residence, with red roof tiles and gray bricks. In the courtyard, a middle-aged man in a white shirt stood ramrod straight, his temples graying as he practiced his punches with complete focus. Suddenly, he stopped and looked toward the entrance.
An ordinary-looking young man with a well-proportioned build walked in with a smile, carrying a wooden box.
"Why are you back?" Situ Bolei asked in surprise. Only a handful of senior figures knew that Chen Daolin had returned to the Global Headquarters of the Extreme Martial Arts Hall. Situ Bolei, a God of War instructor at the Training Camp who rarely concerned himself with worldly affairs and preferred a quiet life, naturally hadn't heard.
For some reason, though they had only been apart for a few days, he felt that his student had changed a great deal.
Chen Daolin smiled. "I'm about to leave the Training Camp, so I came to say goodbye to you." He casually set the wooden box on the stone table, then looked at the jujube tree in the courtyard, its branches lush and thriving. "Thank you for teaching me all this time, teacher. I'll come visit whenever I have the chance."
A glimmer of understanding passed through Situ Bolei's eyes. He patted Chen Daolin on the shoulder. "Wait here." He went back inside and soon came out holding a piece of calligraphy, which he handed to Chen Daolin. "I don't have anything valuable to give you, so take this as