At sunset.
Lu Chao, dressed in a gray hoodie with a black messenger bag slung over his shoulder, walked out of the dojo.
Faint murmurs of discussion could still be heard behind him, mostly about Shen Tianchen's fate.
He strode on in silence, not joining any of the discussions.
Everyone has their own destiny. Whether Shen Tianchen could regain his hope in Martial Arts and return to his peak was of no importance to him.
Soon, he entered the station platform.
Amidst the whistling wind, a tram slowly pulled in.
It was nearing the end of the workday, and the car was quite crowded.
He moved like a silent rock, causing a path to subconsciously open up before him as people moved aside.
Snapping back to reality, Lu Chao found a corner to stand in.
Even though he wasn't holding onto any of the hand rings, he stood perfectly still, not swaying in the slightest no matter how the tram moved or stopped.
