On the desolate street, a slowly meandering figure walked in the darkness, his white shirt loose and baggy, his figure slender and emaciated. His steps lacked any vigor, pausing after every few, as if he were a wandering spirit from hell.
The black-clad shadow following behind had even less of a presence, not daring to be too close nor too far, always on guard in case the Young Master in front suddenly launched an attack, trying to shake him off.
To be honest, the Young Master's sudden attacks were fierce, with each move aimed to be lethal, but Elder Can was no vegetarian. He was experienced and very familiar with Ghost Shadow's power, so he was always able to fend off the attacks, and slowly, he began to teach the other some basic control techniques.
Even so, Elder Can still felt the youth's progress was rapid. Without much talking, there was improvement every time they sparred, which greatly pleased the Elder.
