Qi Hongan, the headmaster of the Flying Frost Pavilion, was also the grandmaster's direct disciple. He nodded repeatedly in response to the old man's query. "Yes, I did it for the Flying—"
A "bang" interrupted his explanation. The Advanced-stage Spiritual King, Qi Hongan, was launched flying through the air and crashed into the wall. A crack divided the wall in two at the point of the impact. He vomited a mouthful of blood and looked up, completely puzzled. "Master?"
He hadn't said anything wrong; why did his master beat him up?
"Brat! You dare to deceive your master and commit treason?" The old man roared in sudden anger. He jumped forward, dragging Qi Hongan from the wall and throwing him to the ground. Then he used his fists to pummel him repeatedly. "Deceive your master and commit treason! Deceive your master and commit treason! Deceive your master and commit treason!"
Every loud echo of his powerful fist was followed by stunned cries of pain.
