Just as everyone had expected, the "life-and-death combat" Tang Yan had mentioned earlier did not treat them like human beings either!
During the sparring, Tang Yan offered incisive critiques and instructions. Whenever he instructed someone, that person took a beating.
Under Tang Yan's supervision, the Imperial Guards' sparring skills improved by leaps and bounds.
And during the sparring, the pain of punches striking flesh was something none of them had ever experienced before.
Yet, to Tang Yan's surprise, under such harsh training conditions, this group did not utter a single complaint.
Since taking charge of the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion, Tang Yan had not used any force.
But his insights into the Martial Dao, along with his sharp, commanding style, had thoroughly won everyone over.
Over the course of the day, no one knew how many injuries they had suffered. Fortunately, Tang Yan kept supplying everyone with various Blood-Coagulating Pills and Recuperation Pills, keeping their lives out of danger.
After the sparring ended, everyone dragged their exhausted bodies away, yet they all felt a sense of fulfillment they had never known before.
In a secluded courtyard of the Imperial Palace, the emperor sat at the head of a cushioned couch in a side hall.
Although his complexion was still poor, it had improved considerably compared with before.
Before the couch stood not only the Crown Prince and the princess, but also Ye Haohao and Elder Ling.
"How are things progressing on Tang Yan's end?" The emperor's voice was full of curiosity. Clearly, Tang Yan had remained on his mind.
The Crown Prince and Qing Xuan exchanged a glance, and then Qing Xuan gave a bitter smile.
The emperor raised an eyebrow and asked, "No progress?"
The Crown Prince and Qing Xuan still said nothing, their faces showing considerable struggle, as