In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution. It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion. Steel and flesh, past and future. In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach. The darkness is slowly creeping in. But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness. Gotta use fire.
The Martial Arts School occupies a large area within the campus, and it's located within a separate courtyard on the west side.
In the middle of the courtyard stood a ginkgo tree that had shed all its leaves after the last two Great Snows.
The Martial Arts School had been neglected for a long time.
Qing Chen was walking around inside, inspecting the place carefully. He discovered that it was immaculately cleaned, even the glass had been wiped.
If Li Ke had been busy since 6 a.m., by now it was only 9 a.m. For one person to clean the entire quad in three hours was simply a pipe dream.
It seemed that Li Ke had lied.
However, at this moment, the Mountain Chief, Li Liheng, unable to bear the incessant babble of Zhou Xingwen, the mathematics instructor, in the office, followed him to the Martial Arts School.