After studying "Arhat Skill," Lu Chenzhou felt as if his time had been wrung out like a dried sponge, leaving not a single drop, but fortunately, he wasn't planning to learn any new Martial Arts.
Time flew by.
June 14, a rest day.
Early in the morning, Lu Chenzhou came down from the mountain, his head covered in sweat.
Yesterday, a student on the Mortal Bone app had approached him to teach fist techniques for 600 per lesson—this student had purchased just one lesson, wanting to get a feel for it first.
Regardless, this was a good start.
Lu Chenzhou was somewhat looking forward to it.
He slung his backpack over his shoulder and headed off-campus.
Liu Quanhai, returning from training, asked,
"Chenzhou? Going home?"
"Yes."
"Be careful, the public safety has been a bit poor lately."
"Sure, thanks."
