In the underground parking garage of Xinyu Building, which once served as Wang Lan's daily training ground, it had fallen into disuse ever since his strength ascended to the Star Cloud Stage.
Below the Star Cloud Stage, one could still improve through conventional training, but above that level, conventional training became pointless. However, today, in the abandoned training ground, a petite figure, reminiscent of a younger Wang Lan, moved with difficulty yet deftly across the training area.
Watching Song Jia, Wang Lan's eyes filled with the vision of himself years ago. Back then, Wang Lan hadn't yet awakened his talent and was just an ordinary person. Huang Feilong certainly wouldn't have been as merciful as Wang Lan was being now, merely substituting attacks with tennis balls.
