"He will participate in the Official Sect Martial Ranking! He will take your missions, and he will accept your spars!"
The entire hall gasped in shock and awe.
To willingly throw a supposedly weak Foundation Establishment cook into a six-month grinder against elite, battle-hardened swordsmen was tantamount to child abuse.
"Master, please, I have a bad knee!" Ji'an stage-whispered, frantically tugging on the hem of Jiu Zui's purple robes. "I have asthma! I am allergic to physical exertion!"
Jiu Zui ignored her completely, entirely consumed by the blinding, petty pride of a martial parent who refused to let their kid be insulted at a PTA meeting.
