The morning mist pressed down on the Chu family's martial arts arena like melted lead. When Chu Lin was ejected by a wooden stake for the fifth time, his left eye suddenly felt a sharp pain like a pinprick. He huddled up on the blue brick floor and gasped, a golden-red light seeping between his fingers. "Young Master, pretending to be dead again?" The sneers from several branch disciples pierced his eardrums, and the soles of their boots crushed the patches he secretly mended last night.
