After all that tossing and turning, everyone present was utterly exhausted—looking even more worn out than after a hard day's labor. They lay sprawled all over the training grounds, clearly at their limits. As for their expressions...
What even were those? Did they still have any?
Collapsed on the ground, where would they find the strength to make expressions? And anyone still capable of making one would only get scolded by Chen An.
"Master, you've worked hard."
Seeing how miserable the younger students looked, Ning Rongrong hurried over to flatter Chen An when he approached them.
As for Little Meng and Little Zhu, they were still immersed in training.
"Enough with the flattery. How's your cultivation going?"
His tone softened slightly, but to Ning Rongrong, he was still every bit a smiling tiger. She shuddered and answered nervously.
"It's fine. No problems."
Chen An looked at Ning Rongrong skeptically. If I ask them now, that's all they'll say. He shook his head.
"Fine. Then you, Zhuqing, and the others take these kids back to the dorms. You know the rules, right?"
Ning Rongrong hurriedly nodded. The academy's rules required them to take medicinal baths after special training.
Still, she was puzzled. Was that it? Her master really wasn't planning to keep training them?
As though he had sensed what Ning Rongrong was thinking, Chen An spoke blandly without turning around.
"What, do you want to be trained too?"
His voice was not loud, but Ning Rongrong heard every word clearly and shuddered again.
This time, she said nothing and went straight to find Zhu Zhuqing and Meng Yiran. It took quite some effort to get everyone settled. Of course, the medicinal baths were not their responsibility; each student's roommates took care of that.
After all, the three of them were