Like so, Dorian and the gang spent several hours in training.
Butler Sheng, Zhulyn and Raulin, stood in the same position for hours, with them only ever moving within the space around them, as if practicing some martial technique.
But make no mistake.
Their entire process hurt their bodies like hell!
F***! What was this?
Their bodies had turned all red like tomatoes and continuously trembled the more practice they got.
They looked at Dorian, who hadn't even worked up a single bead of sweat and suddenly felt aggrieved.
You know... after a while, they were praying that he would get tired and stop on his own.
But who would've known that it would be so?
"Raulin! Straighten your back!"
"Zhulyn! Lift Your arms higher!"
"Butler Sheng, your leg work is weak!"
[The trio]:.. (:YoY:)...
They gazed at Dorian and suddenly felt like he was a trainer from Hell!
