I Should've Told You About Him

"Poor Wuming," commented Qing Lok while they were on the way to their floor. "He was really looking forward to it."

"Master was only concerned it would destroy his students' confidence when they see him fight. He would royally destroy all of them," answered Qing Chen.

They were allowed thirty minutes before the lights would go off in the entirety of the property. Wuming was walking ahead of them with his shoulders hunched and his head lowered. Qing Chen caught up with him and patted him on the back. "Do your best tomorrow, Wuming. You're going to kick Master's ass."

Wuming looked like a four-year-old whose candy got snatched away. "I just really thought I would be able to fight someone who's actually worth my time. I'm just disappointed yet again."

"The right opponent will come."