As Lei Feng fell to his knees from Zhao Tian's kick, he clutched his abdomen, gasping for air, his face contorted in agony.
Meanwhile, Wei Liang pulled himself out of the broken wall and glared at Zhao Tian.
Li Jia hurriedly grasped Zhao Tian's arm, her eyes trembling in panic "T-Tian..."
"What is happening here?"
Hearing a hoarse voice, the four of them turned their heads and glanced at the old man who was walking towards them through the corridor.
The old man, Dayoung, was one of the sect overseers, tasked with maintaining order among the outer disciples in dorms.
Dayoung's eyes glanced around at the scene and his gaze narrowed looking at Wei Liang "What is an inner court disciple doing in new outer disciples' dorms?"
His eyes glanced at Li Jia's face and saw the red bruise with blood dripping down her cheek 'Was I late?'
