Wang Yi smiled slightly.
It seemed these disciples hadn't yet reached a certain level of self-cultivation.
But that was understandable.
Anyone would feel a certain degree of awe toward someone with a record of killing in real-life combat.
What was more, Wang Yi had killed armed thugs with his bare hands several times in a row. That made him even more awe-inspiring.
Wang Yi went to the back courtyard and saw Wang Le sitting alone on a stone stool, brooding.
Hearing footsteps, Wang Le turned around. When he saw Wang Yi, his expression instantly switched to a smile.
And it was clearly no fake smile—it came from the heart.
"Brother Yi."
He stood up as he spoke.
His voice rang out like a bell, full of vigor. He was speaking on one side of the house, yet people on the other side could hear him clearly.
Wang Yi couldn't help laughing at how quickly Wang Le had switched expressions.
"What was that? How did you switch expressions so fast?"
Wang Yi joked.
He knew that when you wanted to talk some sense into a young person, you couldn't just start by lecturing him.
It was better to crack a few jokes and get on friendly terms first. Then it would be easier to talk.
Wang Le gave an awkward smile and scratched his head. "Brother Yi, I've watched those videos of yours. You're seriously awesome. It's a shame they got taken down so quickly in China, but luckily I'd downloaded them beforehand."
"A real-life combat record—and not just any record. You killed armed thugs with your bare hands, and not just once, but several times. Brother Yi, I really admire you!"
Most people admired Wang Yi for his basketball skills and accomplishments.
Wang Le was one of the few who