Dongfang Zhen and Zhang Daoxuan didn't leave either, staying to keep him company.
As they watched him progress from fumbling and staggering to moving with gradual fluency, the two chatted idly about their plans for after the training camp.
The lingering rays of the setting sun streamed in through the holes and windows of the Martial Arts Hall, stretching the trio's shadows out long.
"Tomorrow is the closing ceremony and the commissioning ceremony, huh."
Dongfang Zhen sat cross-legged on the floor, his chin resting in his hands. He watched Lin Ye struggle to control his form in midair and suddenly felt a wave of sentimentality.
"It feels like we just got here. These thirty days went by way too fast."
At his words, even Zhang Daoxuan, who was usually as calm as still water, showed a trace of wistfulness.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the Martial Arts Hall grew quiet.
The melancholy of their departure spread silently, like a thin evening mist.
