"Useless. You truly are useless." Song Zhanlong glanced at his other two disciples.
"The Qingfeng Temple is stronger than I thought. Can anyone here handle it?" he asked faintly.
"It's just the Qingfeng Temple, a crippled one at that, with only a few disciples left. So what if Junior Sister Mu lost? But she's exaggerating the opponent's strength, trying to make you think her defeat was inevitable to lessen her punishment..." Senior Brother Wang Hongshi said gravely.
"I didn't...!" Mu Qiaozhi said urgently, trying to speak.
"Shut up!" Wang Hongshi scolded. "Weakness isn't what's frightening. What's frightening is that you've been defeated in your own heart, unable to muster even a shred of a will to win! Master, I will handle this."
Song Zhanlong nodded with satisfaction.
The reason Wang Hongshi was his favorite disciple was precisely because the kid was so much to his liking.
