In the midst of the crowd, a middle-aged man was smiling at him, his features altered, but his white sportswear exceptionally striking.
In the irrational sea of people, his calm and rational smile was like a stream of fresh water.
As he had said, "I will accompany you only this journey through winds, snow, and blazing sun; from now on, I will not inquire about your thousand-mile journey. But I will still sneak a peek."
Qing Chen laughed inside the octagon cage, as if silencing the gym, the host, and the shouts of the audience all at once.
In his heart, Qing Chen realized, his master was watching his last match before going on a long journey.
Uncle Li Dong was aware of Qing Chen's lack of foundation, so he personally sent his cherished disciple to the ring, letting him face hardships inside the octagon cage.
Today, his cherished disciple was to prove himself on this ring, how could he not come and watch?
Only after seeing it could he be at ease.