In what felt like the blink of an eye, Feng Hao found himself in an unfamiliar training ground.
Looking around, he saw every kind of training equipment imaginable, even more comprehensive than the facilities at the Iron Hand Martial Arts Hall. With only him and the Thief Master in the entire training ground, it felt like they had the whole place to themselves.
"This is where Xiaolinzi and the others do their daily training. It will also be your training ground from now on," the Thief Master explained, walking ahead.
"I can use any of it?" Feng Hao asked excitedly.
"Of course," the Thief Master said with a slight smile. "In any case, for the ten days before the competition, you'll just stay here. Don't go anywhere."
"Er, is that really necessary?" Feng Hao asked, a look of exasperation on his face.
