I Have a Copy of Mighty Monkey King Fist

Leaving aside the fact that Rongguo Mansion had begun moving against Little White Dragon.

Over at Ningguo Mansion, the atmosphere was exceptionally oppressive.

The gates to the master's courtyard were tightly shut. Though sunlight poured down, not a shred of warmth could be felt.

It was only early winter, yet it felt like the depths of the harshest cold.

Lady You, Lai Sheng, and several of Ningguo Mansion's stewards stood there.

Along with the Jia father and son—Jia Zhen and Jia Rong.

Jia Rong was naturally Tang Luo at the moment, engaged in some intimate father-son interaction with Jia Zhen.

This included, but was not limited to, testing whether Jia Zhen's head or the bluestone slabs was harder, as well as teaching Jia Zhen some speaking techniques.

Don't open your mouth with "beast" and close it with "wretched animal." That was the same as cursing yourself.

Cursing himself was one thing, but was Master Xuanzang someone he could casually insult?

Jia Zhen's mouth was clearly not as tough as his head.

Watching Tang Luo casually pound Jia Zhen, Lai Sheng and the other stewards felt their hearts turn cold, their feet stiffening in place.

The other stewards could at least occasionally exchange glances, finding comfort in being fellow sufferers.

Lai Sheng, however, remained entirely expressionless, like a clay statue.

Lady You, a woman who did not practice martial arts, showed quite a bit of courage at this crucial moment. "Young Master, stop hitting him. If you keep going, you'll beat the master to death."

"Don't worry, this won't kill him."

Tang Luo waved a hand and smiled mildly. "Look at how hard his head is. He won't die that easily."

He looked toward the cracks and pits marring what had once been smooth bluestone slabs.

All of them had been