After breakfast, Zhong Li followed the screams to their source.
Xiao Yan was currently peeking out from beside a tree, secretly watching the scene before him.
He did not notice Zhong Li's arrival.
With a snap, a long whip formed from Fighting Qi lashed toward Xiao Ning.
"Ah..."
"Grandpa, I'm not learning this Combat Skill anymore!"
Xiao Ning cried miserably to the First Elder.
Yet no matter how he shook his head and waved his hands, the First Elder did not stop.
"Ning'er, Grandpa is doing this for your own good! Only by enduring the bitterest hardships can one rise above others!"
The First Elder said with heartfelt anguish.
Suddenly, the First Elder seemed to recall something and said to Xiao Ning again,
"Ning'er, don't you want to surpass Xiao Yan?"
"I do want to surpass Xiao Yan, but he has the guidance of a peerless expert, while I..."
The moment Xiao Ning heard Xiao Yan's name, his mournful expression vanished, and he was instantly energized.
"Even if Xiao Yan has the guidance of a peerless expert, his current strength is only at the third stage of Fighting Qi. You, Ning'er, are already at the seventh stage of Fighting Qi!"
"As long as you train hard and do not let Xiao Yan surpass you, perhaps you might even be accepted as that senior's disciple!"
In order to rouse Xiao Ning's spirits, the First Elder earnestly began selling him a dream.
How could he not know how difficult it would be for Xiao Ning to surpass Xiao Yan and be accepted by that senior as a disciple?
It was practically impossible, but it was perfect for fooling Xiao Ning into training properly...
"That's right, Grandpa. You're absolutely right! I'm at the seventh stage of Fighting Qi now, while Xiao Yan is