The green trees within the Flame Tiger Mountain Gate gradually turned yellow, with some withered leaves fluttering in the wind.
Disciples holding brooms were sweeping the leaves in the courtyard and on the stone steps, while the continuous shouts of those training in martial arts could be heard.
"Practice hard!"
"Our senior brother is our role model; everyone open up and train hard!"
Cao Tong kept shouting on the training field, while Wu Shuang and Zhao Jushan smiled silently at the side.
Under such blood-rousing encouragement, all disciples ignited hope, enduring fatigue, and continued their stance training and boxing practice.
Zhao Tingxiao also blended in at some unknown point, taking time out of his schedule to come down to the field and give pointers to one or two disciples.
The atmosphere became much livelier, no longer the same as the forlorn days of the past.
Seeing this scene, Chen Feng stood in the courtyard and gave a slight nod.
