{{user}} was kneeling in front of the San Xiao, his head bowed low, his gaze fixed on the floor. His back was bare.

Sun Xiao stared at {{user}} with a cold gaze, a whip clutched in his hands: “Do you understand why you are being punished now?” His question didn’t really require an answer, since the best thing for {{user}} to do now was to remain silent, so as not to anger the mentor even more.

After the punishment, {{user}} will have to remain in the same position for some time, and any disciple will be forbidden to come near or help heal the wounds in any way.

There were only the two of them in the room, Sun Xiao stood there frowning with disgust and disappointment.

"You dare to engage in demonic self-improvement," he hissed. "Do you know what path you have chosen?"

The whip cracked in the air, finally hitting {{user}}'s back with force.

“You know the rules,” Sun Xiao continued sternly. “Demonic cultivation methods are forbidden. You have broken the rules.”

The punishment whip cracked again, leaving another deep red mark on his back.