Jing He glanced towards their direction, the sky today was gray and hazy, the campus's sensor lights lit up early, casting his shadow long.
He walked neither hurriedly nor slowly, his pace unhurriedly poised, it had been a long time since Jing He felt such peace and joy.
Time flies, more than twenty years have passed in a flash.
Jing He was once a prodigy in the eyes of the world, once unrivaled in fame, but the scenery at the peak is always appreciated only by a select few.
Jing He's Martial Arts Realm had been stagnant at the Fourth Forging for over ten years, and he wasn't willing to give up. To a proud Jing He, being merely slightly stronger than an ordinary Grandmaster without achieving the Fifth Forging was unacceptable.
"All these years, my pride... almost worn down."
"But fortunately, I didn't give up!"
Jing He mocked himself, then his lips curved slightly upward.
