December had ushered in a chilly morning in Shanghai as Li Chen embarked on his jog to Chen Yunlong's villa. The streets were quiet, and a thin veil of frost adorned the surroundings. Li Chen's breath formed misty clouds in the crisp air as he moved swiftly through the deserted streets, the cold nipping at his exposed skin.
Upon reaching Chen Yunlong's villa, the air inside was warmer but still carried a cool undertone. Li Chen engaged in an intense three-hour training session, guided by the seasoned expertise of the elderly Chen Yunlong. The villa echoed with the sounds of exertion and guidance, creating a focused atmosphere within its walls.
After the rigorous training, Li Chen jogged back home. The sun, though making an effort to break through the winter clouds, provided only a feeble warmth. Li Chen's breath still visible, he returned to his residence, where a different kind of hustle awaited.
