Ye Qiubai and the others' cultivation was steadily progressing.
Of course, since it was a special training, pain was inevitable.
In just these four days, Lu Changsheng and Huang Qian had continuously heard the screams of the disciples resonate from within the screen at The Cottage.
Lu Changsheng's ears had almost grown calloused, his expression one of extreme impatience as he stared at the screen, wanting nothing more than to turn away and enter his room. However, worried that these rascals might encounter mishaps, he could only keep watching.
Huang Qian couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of Lu Changsheng's fluctuating mood.
To watch over their safety, Lu Changsheng had even forgone his afternoon nap!
It was well-known that at The Cottage, his afternoon nap was something that even thunder couldn't disrupt.
Huang Qian couldn't help but feel a sense of sentiment.
Only towards his disciples would he ever act this way.
And Liu Ziru?
