After dinner, Jiang Lin and Zhu Zhuqing walked back toward the training grounds, one behind the other. As the sun sank in the west, their shadows slowly lengthened, then gradually overlapped.
Watching this beautiful scene from a distance, Ning Rongrong felt a flicker of jealousy she could neither explain nor name. It felt as though someone had snatched away a toy she liked.
But that feeling soon faded as inexplicably as it had come, because Ning Rongrong quickly remembered that she had no real connection to Jiang Lin. From their enrollment yesterday until now, they had only exchanged a few words.
On the training grounds, after casually swatting Oscar and Ma Hongjun away, Zhao Wuji knitted his brows deeply, his eyes cold.
"It looks like you two really spent your entire break playing around without cultivating at all. You haven't improved one bit!"
"Teacher Zhao, I-"
Oscar and Ma Hongjun wore bitter expressions. They had originally been exempt from the evening combat practice, but who knew what had gotten into Zhao Wuji? He had flatly insisted that they take part. That alone would have been bearable, but he had shown no mercy either, defeating them in a single move.
"Hmph! Get off the field and take a good look at the others!"
Under Zhao Wuji's icy gaze, Oscar and Ma Hongjun could only return to the group, nursing their grievances.
"Dai Mubai, you're up!"
"All right."
Half an hour later, none of the others had lasted long against Zhao Wuji or Li Yusong. They had all fallen after five or six exchanges.
Even Dai Mubai, whose cultivation was the highest, had failed to make it past the tenth exchange.
As for Jiang Lin, he truly stood like a crane among chickens. His combat strength far surpassed others at his level,