"Ying'er, the master truly misses you! Though you're unwilling to see the master, the master can clearly tell you—every moment, the master thinks of you, needs you! Without your presence on the path to becoming a deity, the master will inevitably grow more and more lonely. These days, the master has been upgrading and practicing constantly, upgrading and practicing again and again. Among the beautiful women at Tokyo University, the master feels no warmth toward anyone—not because Mei-ko isn't beautiful, nor because Aiko isn't gentle—only because, in the master's heart, there is only you! Only you! Do you understand? Do you understand?" Gao Liang is a man full of feeling, silently calling Ying'er's name in his heart a thousand and a thousand times. At this very moment, in a corner that Gao Liang cannot see, a strikingly beautiful heavenly being gazes deeply at someone and softly says, "Master, Ying'er also misses you. Only, we are still from different eras. Unless you develop a certain ability to come close to me—do you know what the next step in your practice and advancement should be?" This time, I don't want to give you any hints. I want to see what you'll do next—what you'll do next? I want to know if you truly understand my heart." With that, Ying'er waved her angel's wings, fluttered and spread them out, and took flight. The Yue Guang Treasure Box contained everything imaginable, yet Ying'er said nothing could be taken away. Jingzi, noticing the remote that had fallen on the ground, tucked it into her pocket while the light was still focused on the scene. It didn't matter if it was useful—she just found it fascinating. She'd keep it as a souvenir. In her heart, she thought. "Master! Hurry! Count with me! 3! 2! 1!" High-light only heard the voice, not saw the person. High-light and Jingzi called out together. As they reached "1," the door of the Yue Guang Treasure Box's space automatically opened, and suddenly, both High-light and Jingzi fell from the sky, thudding down onto the grass. Oh! Where are they now? It's a garden! Jingzi shouted, "Home! Home!" Relief! The landing spot was truly magical—it turned out to be at Aiko's home. "Aiko! You're back!" a Japanese middle-aged woman, watering the rose bushes in the garden, called out to Aiko. She was Aiko's mother. Spotting a very handsome young man standing beside her daughter, she immediately asked, "Aiko, who is this?" "Mom! This is one of my classmates!" Aiko said, a little shy, her heart pounding. The mother took a good look at Gao Liang, who politely greeted her in Japanese. His courteous demeanor instantly put her at ease. Yet, just then, it was unfortunate that Aiko's father had returned, having drunk heavily outside. Japanese men love drinking and often vent their enthusiasm at home, especially toward their wives and daughters. Aiko's father was a true wine enthusiast—his eyes darted back and forth to Gao Liang for a while before he suddenly shouted at Aiko, "Aiko! Go back to your little room!" "No! I won't!" Akiro pouted, looking deeply unhappy. Her father, known for his rough temper, swung a thick staff at her, and Akiro quickly took refuge behind her mother. But her father's staff wasn't gentle—it struck directly at her mother's face. Gao Liang knew that one solid blow would surely leave her mother dazed. Moreover, he couldn't bear it when men beat women; what kind of man was he, if he only drank and beat his own wife and daughters? Gao Liang had returned once again from the space within the Yōkō Hōhō, this time with his martial arts skills and abilities fully restored. The refined techniques of the Shaolin Temple weren't in vain. As the staff came down hard on her mother's face, Gao Liang executed a flawless hand-to-hand move, disarming her father. Though slightly tipsy, her father—being a Japanese taekwondo coach—was determined not to lose. He hadn't encountered a true rival in years, and now, he would have to face this young upstart. Aoyagi threw the stick far away. Originally, Aoyagi had no intention of continuing to intervene—just as long as everything was fine, he was ready to leave. But Mr. Shizuko wouldn’t let him go. He shouted at Aoyagi, "Good boy! You’ve moved with real precision! Keep going—two more rounds with me! Remember, Taekwondo in Japan is world-renowned! I won’t hold back a bit!" Lao Zi is the new abbot of the Shaolin Temple, having mastered countless martial arts. With the saying "Martial arts from Shaolin take the world," he has also studied Japanese Taekwondo—though he sees it as merely an evolution of Chinese martial arts, built upon the foundation of Shaolin techniques. To Lao Zi, what's so special about that? Mr. Shizuka developed an interest in Gao Liang's bright, dynamic presence, yet Mr. Shizuka wasn't one to give up easily—he was determined to continue testing Gao Liang's abilities. Let me unleash my signature move and see how you manage to handle it! Mr. Shizuka performed a swift warm-up, activating every muscle in his body. His muscular frame resembled a traditional Japanese samurai, who drew forth a family-heirloom Japanese sword and shouted at Gao Liang, "With this blade in motion, no one can stand against me! If you're afraid of losing, simply surrender now!" Gao Liang chuckled, saying, "It's just a simple children's game of pretend!" Mr. Shizuka was taken aback by Gao Liang's mockery and immediately grew furious, shouting, "Watch this! My sword doesn't recognize anyone!" With that, he launched a fierce attack, while Shizuka and her mother screamed in alarm. Gao Liang skillfully dodged and weaved, and no matter how hard Mr. Shizuka tried, he couldn't land a single blow. Gao Liang's martial prowess was far beyond that of At that moment, Aiko's phone rang. She answered it—it was a call from her sisters at the University of Tokyo, who said they were heading to the Japanese talent show later in the afternoon and were unsure what to do.