The more Zhao Wuji spoke, the angrier he became. Remembering what had happened filled him with frustration:
"I'm not saying they weren't allowed to run. In a situation like that, trying to stay alive is instinct."
"But those three little bastards didn't show the slightest intention of staying. They only cared about running for their own lives. It chilled my heart!"
"Those little brats..."
Flender cursed under his breath, his voice carrying the frustration of seeing iron fail to become steel.
He stood and paced around the office, his footsteps heavy:
"It looks like I've spoiled them too much. They think having a little talent makes them something special, and they've thrown away even the most basic backbone and sense of responsibility."
Over the next few days, Flender directly increased the intensity of Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar's training.
Although the three grumbled a little, they knew that what they had done in the Star Dou Great Forest had been rather dishonorable, so they could only endure Flender's grueling training!
In the blink of an eye, a week passed.
That day, someone knocked softly on Flender's office door. The visitor was someone he had not expected.
"Come in!" Flender was buried in the Academy's miscellaneous affairs and did not even look up, his tone somewhat casual.
Creak-
The old wooden door gave a soft creak, and a man dressed in fitted black clothing walked slowly inside.
He stood tall and straight, his resolute features looking as though they had been carved with a blade. The years had left their traces upon his brow, and a calm, distinctive presence surrounded him.
"Flender, it's been a long time."
The deep, powerful voice sounded in the quiet office, carrying a hint of the sigh that came with a reunion after a long