Ye Qiubai and the others' cultivation was proceeding steadily.
Of course, since this was special training, pain was guaranteed.
Just these past four days, Chang'sheng and Huang Qian had been bombarded by the disciples' continuous screams echoing from the images in the Cottage.
Chang'sheng's ears were getting calluses from it. He watched the screen with such impatience he really wanted to just turn his head back into the room, but was too worried those brats would get into trouble, so could only keep watch.
Huang Qian, watching Chang'sheng's ever-changing expression, couldn't help but chuckle to herself.
In order to monitor their safety, Chang'sheng hadn't even taken his midday nap!
You know, usually Chang'sheng's nap time in the Cottage was sacred—even thunder couldn't rouse him.
Huang Qian couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion in her heart.
He only acted this way when it came to his disciples.
And what about Liu Ziru?
