Smack, smack, smack, smack. The sounds were very crisp, unlike the muffled sounds when the Imperial Censorate was struck outside the Royal Palace in Jingdou. On the contrary, it sounded like someone was keeping time for a piece of music with a strong beat.
After the paddle landed 10 times, it stopped. The three workshop masters did not end like brother Baoyu with a breath in but no breath out. They also didn't faint like Second Fan.
Fan Xian watched the scene with great interest. He couldn't help feeling a bit surprised at how hardy the three masters were. After suffering 10 strikes, they did not even make a single sound. He knew his subordinates' style. Since he had ordered a beating, no one would hold back.
