The daytime clamor faded away, and night fell upon the quiet north side of the Martial Arts Arena.
Under the faint glow of the lights from inside the hall, a figure was earnestly writing something in the snow with a Heaven-piercing Halberd in hand.
This was the north side of the Martial Arts Hall, right next to a pine forest. Under normal circumstances, no one ever came here.
But evidently, Rong Taotao had found a suitable spot to "practice his calligraphy."
After all, the south side of the Martial Arts Hall was the outdoor Martial Arts Arena, where too many people trained. Besides, the concrete ground there was swept daily, making it hard for Rong Taotao to find an untouched patch of snow.
Besides, he didn't want anyone else to see this particular trick of his.
After who knows how long, once Rong Taotao had ruined patch after patch of smooth snow, a figure rounded the corner of the Martial Arts Hall.
