Just then.
Wang Shi and Dijiang walked out shoulder to shoulder.
Dijiang's face was covered in dark bruises, making him look as though he had swollen a size larger.
"Oh, Little Tu, you're back! Brother Dijiang and I were just studying the Earth-Style Technique. Who knew Buzhou Mountain had so much rock? Brother Dijiang took quite a battering."
"Their aptitude is too poor. You're still the best, Little Tu. Let's keep studying!"
Wang Shi took Houtu by the hand and led her out of the Pangu Temple.
Houtu glanced back at Dijiang with some concern.
"Is Brother Dijiang all right? He looks badly hurt."
Wang Shi simply waved a hand.
"He's absolutely fine. Every Ancestral Witch has thick skin and tough flesh. These little injuries are nothing."
Houtu paused briefly. That was true. For them, anything short of losing an arm or a leg was hardly a serious matter.
Still, she looked at Dijiang.
"Brother Dijiang, are you all right?"
Dijiang opened his mouth to speak, but the fierce words on his tongue ultimately became just two words.
"I'm fine."
Meeting the look Wang Shi shot him, which plainly said, At least you know what's good for you.
He lowered his head in frustration.
Bullying. This was downright bullying.
He looked at his other brothers and immediately grew even angrier.
"You lot are all slacking off over there, aren't you? Extra training for every one of you!"
"Fight one another with your source powers. Nobody stops until every last bit of strength is spent."
This was also how the Twelve Ancestral Witches usually trained.
Their unique nature made other methods yield little, after all. Fighting was still the best way to draw out their potential.
After they left the Pangu Temple.
Wang Shi put away his cheerful smile.
He looked