The students who had been practicing on their own at the martial arts faculty's practice arena had all gathered around one spot. It was a noisy, messy crowd.
"Jing Ze, when did you become so bold? You dare to stand up for someone else?" A tall, brawny teenager gazed mockingly at Jing Ze, who was standing in front of him.
At this moment, a pale-faced Jing Ze was standing in the crowd. Behind him was the petite Mu Ziying. One side of her face was already red and swollen.
Jing Ze and Mu Ziying were amongst the students practicing on their own in the practice arena as they had been trying out Ye Qingtang's teachings. But Meng Yao, who had suffered under Ye Qingtang's hands earlier, had brought a few teenagers over to seek out Mu Ziying.
Before Jing Ze could understand what was going on, Meng Yao's friend, Zhang Qiqiu, had slapped Mu Ziying across the face.
