In the darkness, light flashed, and a figure appeared. Sure enough, it was the High Priest.
Lu Feng had no idea what method he had used. Although no light shone on him, Lu Feng could still see him perfectly clearly.
After briefly looking Lu Feng over, the High Priest smiled faintly and asked, "How does it feel to stand up?"
After enduring so many hardships, all he had accomplished was the simple act of standing up. Even so, Lu Feng felt the sweetness that came after bitterness, the thrill of a hero turning the tables. His heart swelled with soaring pride, though he did his best to keep it off his face.
At the High Priest's question, he merely smiled faintly. "Not bad. The Witch Clan's cultivation methods are nothing special. They can't knock me down."
The High Priest nodded. "Not bad. You do have some ability after all. I don't know why, but I find you much more pleasing when you talk to me like this. The way you kept begging that day really disgusted me."
This bastard is doing it on purpose, Lu Feng thought. He's just trying to crush my momentum.
Then he smiled faintly. "That was just a stratagem. I didn't expect you not to fall for it."
At the same time, he silently resolved never to beg this old bastard for mercy again, even if it killed him. Not only was it useless, it also gave him ammunition.
The High Priest put on a look of sudden understanding. "Oh, so it was a stratagem! Not bad, then. I'll count this as you making it through the first level of training."
"What do you mean, you'll count it? A win is a win. There's no question of whether it counts!" Lu Feng immediately shouted.
The High