Hua Guangcan said faintly.
After class, the disciples had dinner and were walking back to their rooms.
Zuo Dongrui and his group walked together.
"Zuo, that kid Zhao Xing was way too rough. Why didn't you report him today?"
"Yeah! The cuts on our faces are all the proof we need. If we raise a stink about him beating up fellow disciples and pull a few strings, we can make sure he's in for a world of hurt."
"That kid was ruthless yesterday. My sides are still aching. Zuo, we did this for you. You can't just let us down."
"..."
The group spoke to Zuo Dongrui in hushed tones.
"That kid's been doing well lately, and he's got the Dharma Transmission Steward's attention. Besides, we started it, so we were in the wrong. The Dharma Transmission Steward probably won't take our side. Let's not rush this. Once I contact my family, I'll make sure..."
Zuo Dongrui said, his expression dark.
But in the next moment...
PAT!
