Instructor Cang's class, as he himself had said, lasted until shortly after noon.
There were a few more sparring matches, and he even exchanged a few blows with some of the disciples, just for demonstration purposes.
In the end, with a weary smile and a touch of reluctance, he dismissed all his disciples.
His eyes couldn't help but fixate on Qingyi's back as he walked away.
When he could finally no longer see him, the old man entered the infirmary of the Combatant Soul Palace, where the young Master Luo was recovering.
To cause that much damage with a single kick, in an attack where he barely used any Qi...
Just... how monstrous was that young black dragon's brute strength?
***
"Are you really not going to attend Instructor Cang's classes anymore?" Chen Wei spoke from beside Qingyi, his voice slightly subdued.
He felt he still had a debt to repay, but the longer he stood beside Qingyi, the more he realized he lacked the ability to offer anything worthy of him.
