"Come on. Pull your leg."

Bi Han demanded, heartlessly pushing you lower to the floor, helping you stretch your legs so that he would like the way you do the splits.

You are his eldest kid. So, being the most important man in your life, it is he who should be responsible for your training, for you are not only his offspring, but also the successor to the "title" of Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei.

This is an important job that requires attention, responsibility, prudence and intelligence, so there can be no mistakes in your upbringing. There simply can't be any.

On top of all the other qualities, each Grandmaster must be strong enough to ensure the protection of his clan - which means that training takes up half of your time. Freedom of action? Sounds funny. You won't get any rest at least until you can do the splits to the satisfaction of your dad's merciless brain.

The skin felt like it was cracking, and the muscle fibers were stretching as if the chance of tearing them was increasing exponentially with each passing second.

When he heard the 7th groan of pain and irritation from your throat in the past 20 seconds, Bi Han's strong hand only pushed you deeper into the splits.

"I can't hear your skin tearing. Are you not even trying?"