Liu Yang led the way, with Bai Xiao closely following him.
The two left the gymnasium and came to the training facility's warehouse once again.
This was a large rectangular building that occupied a significant area, located right next to the training field. The morning sun shone upon it, causing the tin roof to emit a faint blue glow. The shadow of the building cast a cool area below.
The elder named Chen Liao was lying in this cool shade.
At the moment, he was not napping.
Instead, his right hand held a copy of the Huai Shui Morning News, which he read quietly. His left hand fanned a woven fan, bringing gusts of cool breeze. The rocking chair he sat in swayed back and forth.
He appeared quite relaxed.
"Master Chen,"
Liu Yang, with Bai Xiao in tow, approached and called out in greeting.
"You're back again?"
Chen Liao set down the newspaper, revealing a gaunt face with black hair, a high nose bridge, looking to be around sixty years old.
"Yes."
