He clenched his fist, feeling the newly born Internal Force within him, as obedient as an arm or a finger, then deeply bowed to Qian Li:
"Thank you, Master of the Hall!"
A faint smile appeared on Qian Li's face as he nodded.
"Not bad. Your Internal Force is solid, and your foundation is passable.
"From this day onward, you are an official Martial Master of the Iron Wire Fist Martial Arts School.
"In the future, cultivate diligently. Do not grow lax."
"This disciple will heed the Master of the Hall's teachings!"
Wang Hai answered respectfully. His gaze then swept across the entire area, lingering for an instant in Zhao Wenfeng's direction. A flash of sharpness glinted in his eyes.
At last, his gaze fell on Li Xiao, and he revealed a smile of relief and exhilaration.
Zhao Wenfeng watched the high-spirited Wang Hai. His face remained expressionless, but a trace of barely perceptible gloom passed through the depths of his eyes.
The several Martial Masters behind him exchanged glances. No one was foolish enough to say anything, afraid of provoking Zhao Wenfeng.
After offering Wang Hai a few more words of encouragement, Qian Li turned and returned to the rear courtyard.
The moment the Master of the Hall left, the atmosphere in the training ground became somewhat delicate.
A seemingly gentle smile appeared on Zhao Wenfeng's face as he led the people behind him over and said:
"Congratulations, Junior Brother Wang. Congratulations indeed. You have successfully broken through today and entered the ranks of Martial Masters. What a joyous occasion.
"The Golden Sand Gang has another worthy successor."
Wang Hai's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly. But having just broken through, he was in high spirits and could not be bothered to trade empty courtesies with him. He merely cupped his