Dean Norman touched his head.
If he hadn't felt it clearly, he would have thought it was because he had watched too many old martial arts dramas with his granddaughter last night.
He felt it again, his expression gradually becoming serious, and he quickened his pace towards the research institute.
It wasn't until he arrived at the laboratory that Dean Norman finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Teacher." Ying Zijin keenly noticed the scratch on his arm, "Are you injured?"
"Oh, it's nothing." Dean Norman waved his hand, very excited, "Disciple, I can fly!"
Ying Zijin: "..."
As expected, like master, like disciple.
Sinai's personality after becoming smaller seems to have followed Dean Norman.
"Teacher, I'll teach you some self-defense techniques." Ying Zijin put down the documents, "Watch closely, they're not strong in attack, but useful for escaping."
At Dean Norman's age, refining ancient martial arts would be too late.
