Jiang Ming pushed the door open and stood in the courtyard. The shallow pit under his feet looked familiar. Right, he remembered. It was left by the Tiger Subduing Fist.
Cicadas were chirping on the treetops. At this time last year, Jiang Ming came here to learn martial arts from Master Zhou. However, now things had changed.
The people in the room heard him and quickly came out. When they saw Jiang Ming, they were also stunned, and then their eyes turned red.
"Ming…"
Jiang Ming looked at Zhou Wenxiu. The once cheerful and sweet girl had changed. There was a hint of maturity between her brows, and there were many scars on her exposed arms and wrists, which looked like marks from a whip.
Jiang Ming knew that she must have suffered a lot in the city, but this was the only way for people at the bottom to succeed.
