Chu Xisheng washed up in just a few minutes and, together with Chu Yunyun, left the house.
It was just starting to get light outside, and the streets inside the Martial Arts Academy were still pitch-black.
Yet numerous disciples emerged from the direction of the Disciple Residence, hurrying towards the main training field.
As Chu Xisheng and his companion joined the stream of people, many of the Inner Sect Disciples around them turned to look at him.
Their expressions varied, some filled with respect, some with admiration, some with cold indifference, and others with a fighting spirit ready to burst forth.
Chu Xisheng seemed indifferent to the gazes of the crowd.
His face was impassive, his steps were measured, and his aura was profound and inscrutable.
However, inside, Chu Xisheng felt rather helpless.
He had no choice, for if he didn't want those 32 Martial Arts Points to dwindle, he had to maintain the persona of the expert.
