Xu Zirong pushed open the door, stepping into an iron forge bustling with heat and fire.
He focused his gaze on Bai Qi, who was cultivating:
"Brother Bai is excessively diligent, gifted, perceptive, and so hardworking. How can those of us who are mediocre even survive!"
Xu Zirong stood at the door, slowing his steps, avoiding Bai Qi who was seated at the steps of the front hall.
"Zirong, how do you view my disciple's cultivation?"
Chen Xing, who also hadn't slept the whole night, asked with a smile.
"Bravely advancing, unstoppable."
Xu Zirong replied succinctly, with just eight characters.
He glanced sideways and noticed a wound on Chen Xing's face:
"Instructor, you..."
Chen Xing waved his hand and said sternly:
"Bumps and bruises, no need to make a fuss."
He had cultivated through the night, finally absorbing half of a Dragon and Tiger Grand Pill.
The cracks on his flesh had mostly healed, only his eye sockets were still bruised, as if he had taken a heavy punch.
