"Smack—"
Tong Raosheng was slapped across the face, falling to the ground. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, got up, and continued to kneel obediently.
"What do you think you're doing? Huh, how many times have I told you, Xu Ruoxuan is nothing but a useless dolt, just a Furnace. There's no need to put so much thought into it. If you like her, keep her around for a bit of fun. If you don't, just toss her aside, someone else will train her..."
In front of him stood an elder in a white ancient robe, with white hair, youthful face, and a beard reaching down to his chest, glaring at Tong Raosheng with a "hate iron for not becoming steel" expression, giving him a tirade of scolding.
"What did I tell you back then? Keep it in your heart, but you just won't listen. Among all my disciples, you have the best talent and are the most promising. I have high hopes for you, but what about you? Is this how you repay your Master?"
