WHIR!
That evening, the tram door slid open, and Lu Chao stepped out of the car.
The dry sweatshirt he wore offered a small measure of comfort. He had just finished another day of training, dragging his exhausted body back to District Two.
CLANK!
The reinforced glass door of the car slid shut again, and the tram pulled away from the platform, heading toward the next street.
Hands stuffed in his pockets, a backpack with his dirty clothes slung over his shoulder, Lu Chao recalled Luo Qianshan's final words as he walked.
'Closed-door Disciple...'
A sigh escaped him as a flicker of understanding crossed his eyes. He knew what Luo Qianshan meant.
It wasn't that Luo Qianshan didn't want to openly accept him as a True Disciple.
Quite the opposite, in fact.
He didn't want him to go down the same path as Shen Tianchen.
'If I fail to master the Rock Martial Skill, he wants me to publicly sever ties with the hall. That way, I won't be crippled during a competition.'
