"How's it going? Any news of Lock Fan?" Lu Hong swung his sword, repeating the motion over and over, hundred times, thousand times, continually honing the skill of a Great War Master.
On the other side of the token, Caesar's voice was quite somber, "Still nothing, but Lando has returned to the Normandy dimension. I sent Nightingale to talk with him; Nathia's skill scattered them into spatial rifts. Lando found his way back, but Lock Fan, being weaker, remains missing."
"Keep in touch if there's any news." Lu Hong closed the communication channel and continued practicing his sword swings.
Half an hour later, Lando quietly approached from behind, and Lu Hong didn't notice her at all.
Then Lando hugged Lu Hong forcefully, "Little man, did you miss me?"
"Alright, alright, can't you see I'm practicing my swordsmanship? I'm covered in sweat; let go of me first." Lu Hong slightly smiled, shaking his head at Lando who, despite nearing fifty, still acted so playfully.
