Watching the two people act so elegantly as if they were in a play, Zhao Guang felt somewhat bored.
After keeping them company and talking for a while, Zhao Guang finally left, ready to start his training. But just as he stepped out the door, he was stopped by Ocoro.
From a distance, Ocoro waved at Zhao Guang—this guy was really well-informed.
"Today's outfit really suits you," Zhao Guang gave a thumbs-up.
The previous outfit, covered in mud, hadn't been completely cleaned off yet, and there were layers of grass rope tightly bound around his body. This reminded Zhao Guang of the trees he had seen on the streets back on Earth during winter—they looked just like this.
"I knew you'd appreciate it. What do you think? This style is quite artistic, isn't it? I call it 'Bound Earth.'"
Well, suit yourself, Zhao Guang thought to himself. What could he say?
"By the way, are you here to bring me something? Where are the items I asked for?"
