'This brat...'
'What grade is his Flesh Soul, exactly?'
'Good kid!'
'He really hid it well!'
'Even hiding it from me, his own uncle?'
Xiang Yunzhan was furious. With a flick of his right hand, he summoned a long spear into his grasp and charged at Zhao Ci.
"Take this!"
"..."
The sound of clashing weapons in the Tenth Prince's Mansion rang from morning until noon.
Around noon, Zhao Ci left the Prince's Mansion, grumbling and cursing.
'That Xiang Yunzhan has no martial ethics,' he thought. 'To establish his image as a drill-sergeant-from-hell instructor, he just grabbed me and beat me half to death. He held back even less after discovering my spear skills had a solid foundation.'
'It was like the son of a bitch was getting revenge!'
'I got beaten black and blue all morning!'
