As night deepened, the dormitory was filled with the thunderous snores of Zhao Hongzhou.

Li Qingshan pushed the door open, quickly washed up, and lay back on his bed.

He tapped on his communicator, and a light screen popped up, displaying three compressed files at the top of his inbox.

"Flaming Sun Nine Turns," "Heavenly Net Step," "Thunder Roar Blade."