Because this guy had to prepare for the Special Search Team's re-exam, he had no choice but to once again immerse himself in the bitter days of closed-door training.
The courtyard gate was already open, and Professor Wu Dewang was standing at the entrance, wearing a gentle smile, as if he was waiting for him specially.
"Ah Cheng, you're here. It's been a long time. Come in quickly, a few of the senior brothers are waiting for you."
"Uncle Wu."
Fang Cheng nodded politely and stepped into the courtyard.
The scene in the courtyard was completely different from his first visit.
The pretentious airs of the Martial World were gone, replaced by a relaxed and even warm atmosphere.
Ma Jianguo, the president, sat by the stone table, leisurely pouring amber-colored tea into a tasting cup with a purple clay teapot in hand.
