As Ye Yang steeled his resolve, he met Gao Pen's challenging gaze. "Alright," he said, his voice firm, cutting through the warriors' boasts.
"Let's see what you've got." A determined glint shone in his eyes.
He would use their training to hone his own skills and, more importantly, to distract himself from the disturbing scene he had just witnessed.
He decided to let Gao Pen and others know their place. He knew that they must knew of his past and that's why even the mere escort warriors are taking him as a joke.
Meanwhile, Training Head led Dan Ya towards his tent, a triumphant smirk plastered on his face.
Hell, nestled comfortably in Dan Ya's arms, observed the unfolding events with a curious tilt of his head.
Inside the tent, the atmosphere was thick with a suffocating tension. Training Head turned to Dan Ya; his eyes gleaming with a predatory light. "strip and wear these," he commanded, his voice low and husky. "Just like before."
