Martial Arts Association Headquarters, in a spacious courtyard.
A gentle breeze passed by, rustling the leaves, causing the robes of the two people to slightly sway.
A moment of silence, a burst of quietude.
"Please!"
Ouyang Ming suddenly turned sideways, lifting his right hand diagonally, pointing in the direction of West Mountain. He didn't say any extra words, only spoke a single sentence in total.
"I will guard for you."
Ten minutes later.
West Mountain, waterfall pool, Enlightenment Tea Tree.
