Qingjian City.
The morning sunlight carried warmth, streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and flooding the hall of demonstration at the Chenfeng Martial Arts Hall.
The air was filled with the scent of fresh paint and the smell of sweat.
And a burgeoning sense of vitality.
The head of the hall, Zheng Lin, clad in a neat dark blue martial arts uniform, appeared to be in her thirties, charm still intact, with a satisfied smile on her face.
She stood with arms crossed, on the high platform at the side of the demonstration hall.
Her gaze swept over the scene below.
Nearly a thousand new members, dressed in uniform white training clothes, were meticulously practicing the most basic Pile Skill under the command of dozens of experienced instructors.
Their movements appeared immature.
But each young face was filled with seriousness and longing.
