Director Li was in the middle of a brainstorming session when the discipline teacher appeared out of nowhere and stood beside Xie Chen. "Ancestor—ah, no, Mr. Xie, what did you think of today's drills?"
"You call that drilling?" Xie Chen shot him a sidelong glance. "Are you sure it wasn't a peacock spreading its tail?"
The discipline teacher froze, pondered it for a moment, then suddenly had an epiphany. He hurried to the front of the training grounds. "Stop!"
"Stop—"
The students, who had been pulling out all the stops, immediately came to a halt.
Their faces were full of confusion as they looked at one another.
Only when the discipline teacher stepped among them did he lower his voice and say, "The Patriarch doesn't like showing off. He prefers hiding one's talents!"
Feng Qing was the first to object. He raised a hand and smacked Chenyue on the back of the head. "You idiot, what was with that Earth-Drilling Technique? Is that something you can flaunt in front of the cameras?!"
"And you! You had that little wooden sword flying around nonstop, you fool! Everyone else uses a big sword, okay?!"
"You, the one who walked through the wall, come here too! Let me tell you—"
Amid all the flashy nonsense, the training ground gradually settled down.
Director Li's heart, however, remained suspended.
Please!
None of these Taoists ever played by the rules.
Who knew what kind of trouble they would stir up later?!
He had to be careful!
He secretly found the academy head and gave him an especially respectful reminder. "It's the last day. I hope you'll do me a favor and tell the students to keep a low profile. Please, don't make things so mystical again. I can't explain it to the higher-ups!"
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