Nestled amidst lush grass, Mingcan Temple radiated a unique vitality. The once-bare hill was now a vibrant, flourishing green.
On the tranquil green slopes by the lake, tender shoots sprouted and unfurled in the wind. Butterflies and other insects occasionally circled overhead, their wings creating a soft buzz.
After more than a month away, Zhao Rui and the others finally returned to the long-unseen Mingcan Temple.
The scenery and architecture, which they had once felt couldn't compare to the training center, now seemed to freeze time the moment it came into view, becoming an endlessly captivating sight.
Perhaps it was as the saying goes: there's no place like home.
When they returned, the members of the Martial Arts Team were still training. Hearing footsteps, they all looked over in unison.
They saw Wang Zhanshan leading Zhao Rui and the other four in through the entrance with a casual swagger.
