"That's it for today," said the Combat Training Master as the short daylight of early winter began to fade into evening, halting the three still in training.
After seeing Shao Zifeng and Li Yiming to the door, the Combat Training Master rubbed Casar's curly hair with his one arm, "The regional competition starts in half a month, so you guys should go back and watch some of the past competition videos. I'll try my best to gather some information on the other schools' contestants these next few days, but... my own channels are ultimately limited, so don't get your hopes up too high."
"We'll be troubling you then, Brother Qiang," Zifeng waved goodbye to the Combat Training Master, and couldn't help but feel moved looking at his increasingly weathered face under the streetlights.
Although he had always looked weathered...
