Looking at the miserable state of Second Senior Brother Chi Zhonglin, Zhong Lin also twitched his eye.
"Master, is Second Senior Brother alright?"
"That thick-skinned scoundrel won't die. To think that I, the dignified Thunder Sword King, with such wisdom throughout my life, ended up taking a disciple like this." Xi Xuan gritted his teeth and said.
Sure enough, the rocks on the ground squirmed, and Chi Zhonglin jumped out and fled again, quickly disappearing into the horizon.
"Zhong Lin, don't ever learn from him!"
"I won't, I won't."
Zhong Lin quickly waved his hand, thinking he couldn't withstand that terrifying blow from his Master, at least not now, or else he'd be turned into mince.
"Has Old Two already introduced you to our Sword Pavilion?"
"Yes!"
"Any thoughts?"
"Disciple will definitely work hard in cultivation and will never tarnish the Sword Pavilion's reputation." Zhong Lin said with a determined face.
"Haha, good! Come, let's go to the Scripture Pavilion."
