Lu Feng said:
"We ought to go check on Master. What if you hit so hard just now that you injured him? Shouldn't we be worried?"
"Ah!"
Zhao Gongming froze.
Then he hurriedly nodded.
"All right, let's go check on Master."
Lu Feng glanced at him.
He saw a face full of innocence.
Well!
Here was another straightforward kid.
Straightforward was good!
Children spoke without restraint, stabbing people with a needle without drawing blood.
Oh, Master, your disciples are coming!
Then.
Lu Feng took Zhao Gongming, Qiongxiao, and the miserable-looking Tiger Monster and Jinguang Xian.
Together, they headed for Biyou Palace.
The other disciples were all in rather poor spirits after losing their bets, and they went home one after another.
Only Lu Feng's group remained.
Meanwhile.
Inside Biyou Palace.
Tongtian had returned early.
His expression was rather grim.
It was truly embarrassing...
He had originally intended to guide his disciple's cultivation, thinking that suppressing his own cultivation to Early Quasi-Sage...
Should pose no problem.
But recalling what had happened with Qiongxiao, he had decided to raise it gradually afterward.
He could always say he was putting a little more pressure on his disciple.
The mouth was his; he could say whatever he liked.
The problem was...
He had never been given the chance.
Earlier, to show off, he had even deliberately said, "Come on, don't hold back. Give me your strongest strike and let your master test it."
This freaking...
He really hadn't held back!
The attack had come hard and fast.
It hadn't even given Tongtian a chance to raise his strength.
Just like that... Boom!
It had slammed into him.
And then.
He had gone flying uncontrollably.
He had been sent flying by sheer force.
Remembering the disciples' speculative murmurs after he had been knocked away...
Tongtian