Life back home was wonderfully comfortable.
For the first few days, Xu Feng went nowhere. He stayed home with his family.
He devoted all his time to them, shopping for groceries and cooking with Lu Fei, walking around the neighborhood with his parents, and accompanying Qing Shan to the training grounds to watch him practice his punches.
As though he wanted to make up for every moment of companionship he had missed, he cherished every minute they spent together.
He also casually shared the things he could tell them about his years away.
He turned the dangerous and unbelievable experiences into lighthearted stories.
His parents listened, sometimes laughing, sometimes sighing, occasionally interjecting with remarks like, "You're not young anymore, yet you still make us worry so much."
Over those few days, Xu Feng also discovered that Little Qingshan idolized him and practically never left his side.
The boy was already fifteen that year, but he looked like an adult, much taller and bigger than Xu Feng had been at his age.
He was tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.
His eyes and brows resembled Lu Fei's, while the contours of his face resembled Xu Feng's.
He always spoke with a seriousness rarely seen in boys his age, which was rather amusing.
Xu Feng also noticed that Lu Fei seemed to have deliberately cultivated his ability to express himself, so the boy sounded nothing like his peers when he spoke.
Instead, he seemed rather mature.
Having become a Primary Battle General at sixteen, Qing Shan ranked among the best of the younger generation.
Yet beneath that maturity, he still had a boy's innocence.
He seemed to be deliberately imitating Xu Feng, which was why he also practiced Wind Blade Triple Strike.
After receiving Xu Feng's approval during one blade