Dustin chuckled bitterly. "Alright, I'll agree to it. It's just going to be a few fights anyway." There was no fight he couldn't win when it came to using his martial arts prowess.

Paul smiled. "Great. That'll be all."

Dustin was curious. "Sir Paul, since you've retired, why are you still worrying about matters regarding the martial arts alliance?"

Paul kept his smile. "Even though I'm not with the alliance anymore, my heart still belongs to them. Not to mention, the current leader of the alliance is my disciple. I don't see anything wrong with helping him recruit talent."

"Sir Paul, I admire that you're a man of high integrity." Dustin nodded in acknowledgment.

"Alright, there's no need for the flattery. Where are you going next? I'll see you off. "

"Back to the Flame Dragon Dojo."

…

In the afternoon, inside Stoneray Valley at Mount Cloudcrest, Terry laid on an emerald bed. His complexion was pale, and he was sweating all over. A few physicians in white were carefully te