Xu Wuyi walked along the main road of the campus. It was the middle of the afternoon, and there were plenty of students out and about.
Some hurried along, while others walked in twos and threes, chatting and laughing, filling the air with the vitality and vigor unique to a campus.
Occasionally, someone would glance his way, as if finding him vaguely familiar, but most were engrossed in their own business.
Xu Wuyi's pace was steady, but his state of mind was complicated.
When he had left ten days ago, his mind had been filled with thoughts of the mission and the experience to be gained.
Now, upon his return, he felt as if he still carried the dust of the Star Realm and a lingering, sharp aura, creating a faint sense of detachment from his peaceful surroundings.
But he quickly readjusted.
This was his life: accumulating strength on a peaceful campus, sharpening his edge in dangerous situations, and repeating the cycle until he reached the peak of Martial Arts.
