Everyone looked at the utterly wrecked lounge and the students rolling on the floor and wailing in pain. For a while, no one could bring themselves to utter a single word. Their expressions only grew more and more grim the more they looked around.

Only Master Kong, seeing that her apprentice was still in one piece and merely had a little dust on his face, looked slightly better. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief. After all, he had learned his lesson.

Zhou Cheng, whose face was beaten beyond recognition, couldn’t hold back any longer. Blood and tears streamed down his face as he wailed, “G-Grandpa…”

Ji Jue was speechless, and he looked utterly shocked. “Don’t you fucking call me that! An apology is enough. Why are you suddenly trying to claim me as family?! I don’t have a grandson like you!”

The entire room fell into an awkward silence. Everyone who could still breathe could not help but hesitate. They wanted to speak up but stopped themselves. 

Just saying, it’s possible that when he said that, he wasn’t talking to you.

Beside Master Kong, Zhou Zhong, the long-bearded master who saw his grandson beaten into such a state, scowled. His face turned crimson, and his bloodshot eyes looked as if they would burst from sheer rage. His spirit matter rushed forth fiercely, and the entire room seemed to freeze over. Pressure surged like a tide, crashing into Ji Jue.

“What exactly is going on here?!” Zhou Zhong forced...