Hearing the system prompt, Lu Ping was stunned.
He understood that he had been too ruthless.
He could see the system's reward. He had a clear goal, and he didn't need to cultivate on his own, so of course he could afford to be ruthless.
But Meng Fan was different. It was as if Meng Fan had just walked on the edge of life and death.
The pressure of his body under extreme conditions was undoubtedly a great challenge to his mental abilities.
Although ordinary cultivators had physical training, they definitely didn't need to be so harsh.
They only needed to practice basic swordsmanship.
Lu Ping knew that he was rushing things. The first day of high-intensity training had suddenly made Meng Fan, who had never experienced such training, a little fearful.
At that moment, Lu Ping saw that Meng Fan seemed to want to open his mouth to speak.
"No! I can't let him speak!"
