"Cultivation at the junkyard!"
Upon hearing these words again, a flicker of annoyance crossed Ning Fan's eyes.
"Damn it, why bring up that sore spot? Is not mentioning the junkyard a deadly sin?"
Moved by his irritation, Ning Fan directed a heavy blow of True Qi forward.
Though Tugla sensed the surge of True Qi, not knowing how he had offended the master, he instinctively mustered his own Qi to resist.
His body shimmered, immediately deploying a True Qi Protective Circle.
A dull thud echoed, and Tugla, who had been standing still, staggered a few times, nearly falling.
Upon seeing this, Ning Fan calmly said, "True Yuan at the Early Stage. I never expected the boss to be an Ascetic."
A flash of shock crossed Tugla's eyes, never expecting his biggest secret to be exposed.
Ignoring the astonished look of the beautiful woman beside him, Tugla said with a wry smile, "Just a minor trick, Master, it's laughable."
