Lightning Strike on the White Tiger Duke Mansion

"Don't let there be a next time. Otherwise, I won't spare any consideration for our bond as fellow disciples."

With that, Dai Yuhao snorted coldly, pressed the silent sleeve arrow downward, and re-engaged its safety.

After all, Dai Yuhao was only six years old. His mind was still immature, making him easily influenced by others—especially a certain female assassin from the Tang Sect...

Dai Huabin understood that this was a threat.

But he interpreted it as meaning that if there were a next time, that bastard Huo Yuhao would most likely go tattling to Yu Xiaogang.

The son of a servant is still the son of a servant. He doesn't have an ounce of a man's dignity, actually thinking of going to tattle! Dai Huabin cursed viciously in his heart, yet he did not dare let a single word slip from his lips.

In secret, Yu Xiaogang nodded in satisfaction. His two disciples had both shown some growth, and that was enough.

The second child, Dai Huabin, was still tactless and spoke without thinking when his temper flared, but his nature was slowly changing bit by bit.

After all, if it had been before, he would never have voluntarily slowed down to wait for a fellow junior disciple he despised as the "son of a servant"...

As for the third child, Huo Yuhao?

Whenever Yu Xiaogang thought of the one most like a Child of Destiny, he was filled with worry.

Originally, he had made certain arrangements to tame Huo Yuhao.

Then one day, that boy Huo Yuhao suddenly asked him what the path to self-destruction was.

When it came to the path to self-destruction, Yu Xiaogang was exceptionally familiar with it.

It was the catchphrase his eldest disciple—Tang San, a half-breed of human and soul beast, hypocritical and holding