After a while, Wang Xiu finally left Thunderclap Peak.
He felt somewhat disappointed. Ji Yan and the others didn't have a similar group chat. He had been hoping to join and brag a bit! But on second thought, he realized he had overlooked something. The high-ranking members of the various lineages and the ordinary young disciples were different; those with high status had their dignity to maintain. Their circle was small. Even if they wanted to boast, it would only be among two or three close associates. It was unlikely they would brag incessantly in a group chat the way the younger disciples did.
There was another matter. He keenly sensed that Ji Yan must have challenged the imprint he left in the Soul Fighting Machine on more than one occasion and had probably been thrashed quite badly. He'd been thrashed so badly it had become an instinctive reaction. Wang Xiu figured that people like Ji Yan were probably not in the minority.
