Young-Hwa thought about the spiritual message his brother just sent before he sighed.
"And here I thought I had found myself an excellent disciple, don't tell me the disciple of youngest brother will be the same?"
"I doubt he can beat my piece of treas-I mean, my disciple."
Young-Hwa sighed once more before he turned to Yoon-Jae and barked.
"Damn brat! Do you see how talented your rival is? Now you need to work ten times as hard to beat him!"
Strangely, Yoon-Jae's normal reaction of dismissing his Master's words to train harder didn't fall on deaf ears, but he instead stared at Sol with battle intent.
Young-Hwa seeing this was first taken aback, but he soon nodded in satisfaction.
Perhaps having these brats display their talents here wasn't a waste of time.
This was the intention of both Cheonma and Young-Hwa, to light a competitive fire in their own disciples.
