Special training

"Again tonight?"

The moment Xie Xie heard Wu Changkong's final words, "Come see me after dinner," his face practically fell apart.

Compared with the aloof boy who could barely be bothered to acknowledge anyone when he first arrived, he had become much more genuine over the past two days. His temper was gradually showing, too. Ultimately, he was a young master who had grown up being pampered. His arrogance was real, and so was his delicate disposition. If Wu Changkong hadn't been able to keep him firmly in check in every respect, whether he would have obediently endured physical training this intense was another matter entirely.

"Teacher's doing this for our own good." Tang Wulin supported him as they walked back, his voice still fairly steady.

Xie Xie tilted his head to glance at him, wanting to argue, but when he saw how earnest Tang Wulin looked, he swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue.

All he wanted now was to lie down.

During the two hours between the afternoon session and dinner, the Class Five dormitory building was almost deathly silent. Most of the students fell asleep the moment they touched their beds, without even the strength to roll over.

Tang Wulin was tired, too. His shoulders, back, thighs, and waist all ached, but he still forced himself to sit cross-legged.

Meditation.

The new Meditation Technique Wu Changkong had taught them was far more complicated than the one from elementary academy, but it really was more effective. Circulating his soul power couldn't immediately erase his exhaustion, but it allowed that aching heaviness to gradually subside instead of crushing him completely.

As he meditated, he spared a little attention to think about other matters.

He had already accepted the sky dragon iron commission, and the materials would arrive