"Why did you punch me?" Tang Yusheng questioned, his voice laced with confusion and pain.
I struggled to find an honest answer, for the truth was that I had struck him out of frustration. My anger had boiled over when I realized that I had forgotten to plant my spiritual herbs before leaving for weeks. Instead of revealing my petty motivations, I chose a different approach. "Consider it a part of your training," I replied, attempting to mask my true intentions. "Pain management is a vital aspect of your development."
Tang Yusheng's face contorted with a mix of surprise and reverence. "Oh, master, forgive this ignorant disciple for not recognizing your greatness," he pleaded.
His sincerity struck me, making me question my own manipulative abilities. Perhaps I had stumbled upon a newfound talent. Regardless, there was no point in cultivating for just a single day, especially with the upcoming tournament on the horizon. Rest seemed like the more appealing option.
