"His Majesty is as sharp-minded as ever, with talent enough to fill eight bushels. He has created an allusion of his own upon the foundations laid by those who came before. He is truly a model for all the scholars under heaven."
"When I return, I'll have Senior Qinghe record the idiom His Majesty created in the history books, so it may be passed down to future generations. And I'll make sure the glorious reputation of you, my sovereign, and me, your subject, endures for all time."
As the Imperial Preceptor, Lu Yang had meant to correct the Undying Fairy's misuse of an idiom. But then he thought it over: His Majesty was so great, how could she possibly be wrong? It wasn't that His Majesty had used the idiom incorrectly; she had clearly invented one of her own.
It deserved to be recorded in the history books.
"Hehehe, you can praise this immortal some more, too."
Having been praised so many times by Little Yang, the Undying Fairy felt a little embarrassed. She rubbed the back of her head and chuckled.
"Tiger Roar Fist!"
A chorus of childish tiger roars rose and fell, soft and feeble, with no hint of menace.
At first, the one-eyed, lame-legged lone wolf had thought nothing of being surrounded by the students. They were only mortals, after all—just a meal delivered right to its doorstep. But after taking a couple of Tiger Roar Fists, it realized something was wrong.
One or two punches wouldn't hurt it, but there were thirty-two of them here, with sixty-four fists. It couldn't possibly withstand even one punch from each student.
The lone wolf went berserk and tried to break through the encirclement. Gong Che and Shi Yi stood ready, prepared for exactly that move.
Gong Che's parents