"Good," Yung Mai's face shimmered with a smile as he stumbled a step backward.
He swiped the sweat that had beaded on his face and exhaled. The air came in cold at first, then warmed when the morning sun's rays shone on his face.
He walked to the building behind him, stood there for a while, then entered.
Meanwhile, as Kai's pants calmed, he stabbed the sword into the ground and bent down on his knees.
He clenched his right fist, opened it, clenched it again in a manner that seemed almost as if he was letting more blood pump into his palms.
Footsteps echoed from the side of the building, jolting his attention.
At his front, Kai saw a tip of a white robe flap in the air, and as he traced it to the top, Kai saw Yung Mai wearing a long white robe.
"Master," Kai's eyes widened with shock as he straightened himself.
Yung Mai closed in on the boy, placed his left arm on the boy's shoulder, and sighed.
