The Qingjian City Divine Management Bureau building, its gray outer wall reflecting an iron-gray cold gleam in the sunset.
Lin Kang's words "It's good to have you back" still lingered in the air.
Yet Fang Qingyu did not head toward the dormitory area; instead, he calmly said,
"Lin, I'm going to the underground training ground."
Lin Kang paused his steps, turned his head, and his eyes swept over Fang Qingyu's slightly pale face and stiff left arm, with his brows furrowing imperceptibly.
But he did not stop him, only saying in a deep voice, "Take it easy. Tendons and bones take a hundred days to heal, don't destroy your foundation."
"Understood."
Fang Qingyu nodded, turned around with Jiang Wei, and headed for the exclusive elevator leading to the underground part of the building.
The elevator door silently slid open.
The cold metallic air mixed with a faint smell of ozone rushed towards him.
The enormous underground training ground was brightly lit.
