"All of you, stop!"
Zhao Qi'er had watched for less than the time it took to brew a cup of tea before she could no longer bear to watch.
Her furious roar immediately made everyone stop instinctively.
Cang Qingtian, the young emperor of Cangming Palace who had come out of curiosity and was currently at the very front of the Cangming Palace crowd, instantly turned grim.
He was the dignified young emperor of the Cangming Realm.
Even though Qin Shaofeng's abilities had already left him with no choice but to look up to him.
Being berated by such an unknown cripple was still exceedingly difficult for him to accept.
Just as he was about to lose his temper, he felt himself suppressed by an inexplicable force.
The aura was far too familiar, and he immediately looked toward the Cangming Great Emperor.
Yet the Cangming Great Emperor did not even glance at him. Instead, his gaze was fixed on that disabled woman, Zhao Qi'er.
What did Father mean?
Could it be that he was admitting their usual training had all been wrong?
"Every single one of you has exceptional cultivation. You've been training for nearly the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, yet none of you have even broken a sweat. Are you putting on a show here?" Zhao Qi'er's furious shout rang out.
Even Cang Qingtian, whose anger had not yet truly subsided, was stunned by her roar.
What the hell?
Putting on a show?
They were high-level martial cultivators to begin with. How could they possibly sweat so easily?
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