"Keep it up, keep acting!"
Hua Langzi stepped forward and, without another word, delivered two more kicks.
This time, Lai Yuejin really felt the pain, with tears welling up in his eyes, he whimpered, "Master, take a good look, I am your most devoted and filial disciple, do you really have the heart to hit me?"
"You have the nerve to keep pretending, so why can't I hit you!" Hua Langzi believed he had chosen the right disciple, who had such thick skin that probably not even a needle could penetrate it.
"I'm not pretending, I swear on my conscience." Lai Yuejin's innocent expression was just short of taking an oath.
Hua Langzi snorted coldly, "Nobody else might see through you, but do you think I don't know you? You're full of cunning schemes. If you weren't my disciple, I probably would've beaten you hundreds of times by now. Stand up immediately, or you'll be at the receiving end of my Fiery Flame Palm!"
