"Cough! Cough, cough, cough!"
Wen Xingtian coughed several times in succession, turned his head, and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm.
Damn it, this brat actually shocked a mouthful of years-old phlegm out of me!
"So thick you can't see your own fingers? No gaseous qi left?"
Wen Xingtian rather felt like saying nothing at all.
Even when I reached the infant transformation realm and started condensing my infant, the Origin Qi in my Dantian hadn't all turned into clouds. There was still a considerable amount of mist churning overhead. Even then, it was only heavy fog, nowhere near thick enough that I couldn't see my own fingers...
That description was simply horrifying!
"Is there any water underneath?" Wen Xingtian asked, rolling his eyes.
Zuo Xiaoduo hurriedly checked. "No, it's very dry."
"Oh... none? That's perfectly normal, then. Your cultivation is still nowhere near that point."
Wen Xingtian patted Zuo Xiaoduo on the shoulder. "Keep working hard."
Then he turned and left.
Several seconds later, Wen Xingtian's furious roar rang out from the other end. Who knew who had been so oblivious as to get on Teacher Wen's bad side?
And today, a certain teacher's temper seemed especially explosive.
Li Chenglong and the others watched Wen Xingtian, who had been perfectly fine before speaking with Zuo Xiaoduo, walk over looking as though his entire worldview had shattered. Every one of them felt apprehensive.
Nine chances out of ten, Boss Zuo must have been bad-mouthing us to the teacher!
Over the course of that afternoon, after careful consideration, Wen Xingtian picked out seven people and sent them to fight Zuo Xiaoduo. "Don't be afraid. Give him a good thrashing!"
All seven wore bitter expressions.
Give him a good thrashing?
Teacher, do you even believe what you're saying...?
As Zuo Xiaoduo