The next day, during morning practice.
The crowd of New Disciples and Skill Transmission Disciples sized up Zhao Xuanqi and Zuo Dongrui's group of five, their expressions a little strange.
Zhao Xuanqi still had a few deliberately placed bruises on his face, but Zuo Dongrui and the others were in even worse shape. Each one of them had dark circles under their eyes and swollen faces, and their gazes toward Zhao Xuanqi were still filled with a bit of terror.
The vicious methods Zhao Xuanqi had displayed in the small woods yesterday, and the heart-piercing, bone-chilling pain, were things they still couldn't forget.
Soon, Hua Guangcan slowly walked over. His gaze merely swept past Zhao Xuanqi and the others without saying much.
Zuo Dongrui, however, opened his mouth as if he wanted to snitch, but when he met Hua Guangcan's indifferent gaze and recalled Zhao Xuanqi's words from yesterday, he couldn't help but stop himself, swallowing the words he was about to say.
