At this moment, Meng Chuan felt a sudden clarity of mind.
He just got up to prepare to go outside to practice his fist techniques.
But he saw a familiar face reflected in the glass, smiling at him.
"Disciple, what are you thinking about? Why such a lewd expression?"
...
Early the next morning, at a breakfast stall in Yong'an City.
Meng Chuan and his master found an empty seat, and ordered a large spread including soy milk, fried dough sticks, and pan-fried buns.
Luo Guanyun, having craved these every day in Japan, made fulfilling this craving his first priority after returning...
"Ah... so satisfying."
Luo Guanyun took a bite, then drowned the remaining fried dough stick in soy milk, a satisfied smile on his face.
Afterward, he felt a stirring in his spirit.
True Qi gathered from within, surrounding the area.
It insulated sound and blocked out Skynet.
Seeing this, Meng Chuan's eyes turned solemn, knowing his master was about to discuss serious matters.
