Stars clustered around Cheng Guang like children circling about.
In a trance,
Deng seemed to see Cheng Guang transform into a star.
Heavenly Gang Star Fight, could one actually consider themselves a star?
Deng stared with his old eyes, watching Cheng Guang wave his body dryly in the courtyard.
It was as if Cheng Guang had, imperceptibly, pushed open a door to a whole new world for him.
Each wave of Cheng Guang's hand seemed, to Deng, to slap his own aged face.
His face felt hot with embarrassment.
Officially, he was Cheng Guang's teacher, but in actuality, he was stealing techniques.
To call it stealing wasn't quite right, after all, he was still Cheng Guang's guide.
It was just that the path Cheng Guang followed was completely different from his own.
Higher-level, more powerful.
Deng pressed down the guilt inside his heart, observing Cheng Guang silently.
