I need to break through to Transformation Force as soon as possible, he thought. Only when he reached his master's level of strength would he stop being so easily pushed around.
Over the next few days, an odd atmosphere hung over the Martial Arts School. Disciples could often be seen whispering among themselves, their minds far from their training.
Several open clashes had already erupted between the Han Family and the Zhu Family, and between the county magistrate and Xu Commandant. They were on the verge of tearing away all pretense of civility.
Apart from their eldest senior brother, Shi Mao, their second senior brother, Wei Yuan, third senior brother, Wang Yu, fourth senior sister, Zhou Xue, and Chu Fan had barely shown themselves these past few days.
Only Zhao Feng remained as steadfast as ever, arriving early every morning to practice his stances and fists.
Today was the day the results would be posted. The Martial Arts School buzzed with restless energy, and several disciples had no heart for training. They quietly wondered how Senior Brother Zhao could be so unhurried.
Sun Qing checked the time and, seeing that it was nearly time, slipped out to see the results.
Zhao Feng remained unmoved. During a short break from practicing his fists, he went to the rear courtyard and saw Huo Shan standing there watching him. He nodded.
Zhao Feng brewed a cup of tea and brought it over.
"Master, have something to drink."
A trace of gratification entered Huo Shan's smile as he looked at Zhao Feng and accepted the tea.
"I neglected you somewhat before. I'm sorry."
"Master, please don't say that. It's my honor to have been accepted as your disciple," Zhao Feng said.
Huo Shan took a deep breath at those words and nodded.
"If Chu