Chen Cheng's punch packed the force of a thousand catties, and these past few days, Pang Feng had been personally imparting his knowledge every day, which deeply moved Chen Cheng.
He never before imagined that he could become a master of the Martial Path; now, he finally had confidence. As long as there was a famous master like Teacher Huang Dao, he felt he had infinite possibilities.
Chen Cheng did not join in the discussion with the others; he just silently stood to the side. Yet, every word spoken by Huang Jian and the others struck a chord within him.
"Hmph!" Just as the group was in the thick of their conversation, a sudden cold snort sounded.
Everyone instantly fell silent and turned their gaze toward a corner of the training ground, where Shao Zidan, clad in a trench coat, strolled over gracefully.
Shao Zidan's identity was special, her status extraordinary; among Pang Feng's students, she was the most independent, seldom mingling or speaking with the other students.
