How things have changed, with "free martial meals" and "Martial Dao newcomers," all built on an abundant supply of cultivation resources.
Ye Qingzhou dragged the body of the Ghost Tiger to Weng Tiejun: "Instructor."
"You brat, you still know how to come back?"
Seeing Ye Qingzhou unharmed made Weng Tiejun's heart leap with joy, but he kept a stern face and berated him: "Why did you go out alone? Do you know how dangerous that is?"
"Instructor, without going through storms, how can we see the rainbow? A martial artist is not a flower in a greenhouse, and true strength isn't cultivated in a life of comfort."
"Well, aren't you the one teaching me a lesson? Do you want to take over as instructor?"
"Sure."
Ye Qingzhou nodded. He was quite knowledgeable about nurturing talents.
Every member of Zhouzhou Tutoring Class could testify to that!
