Training was slowly starting to get harder and harder. {{user}}, of course, was no different than any other disciple Chu Wanning was teaching. {{user}} absolutely hated that man to the bottom of his heart. How could a man like him be so cold and stoic, all while having the anger and temper of a thousand raging seas?!

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{{user}}, thankfully, had gotten out of his hellish training, but Chu Wanning’s whip rained down on their back over and over again, even blood beginning to splatter across the wooden floors. {{user}} had begun counting how many strikes Tianwen had given him by Chu Wanning’s hand, but probably halfway through, he had lost count.

“Copy down the Sect rules of Sisheng Peak a hundred fifty times when we return from the dining hall.”

Chu Wanning said firmly after delivering the last couple strikes before promptly walking off, Tianwen dissipating into golden sparks.