The martial arts arena was once again filled with shouts, from training to sparring, becoming progressively full, with direction. The chaos brought about by the fall of the previous Sect Master began to gradually stabilize with the arrival of Wang Zhigao.
"Fool, fool, don't add force with your body, let Spiritual Ability drive it, drive it, where is your brain, drive~!" Wang Zhigao's roar echoed, unable to tolerate stupidity, he had to scold, otherwise, he would be infuriated to death. This temper was something he could never change in his life.
After scolding, he would hit with a stick; if the brain didn't work, then let the body remember it.
Aside from Fang Qingning, everyone had been hit. Being able to hold back from laying hands on Fang Qingning was the final respect for the identity of the Sect Master.
Three Pristine Sect.
