Whipping

The night sky was filled with twinkling stars, but it remained hazy. However, today, Flowing Cloud Peak was different from its usual quiet self. Gongsun Yang sat in the living room with a dark expression, looking at three young men standing across from him, his brow furrowed.

Ever since Shi Feiyu excelled in today's competition, the old man knew that Flowing Cloud Peak's disciples had finally made a breakthrough. After many years, his long-cherished wish had been fulfilled. Yet, he felt a vague sense of unease.

The three young men standing before him had different expressions. Zhou Lian hung his head in silence, his face filled with guilt, while Shen Zifeng was worried about his sister, displaying signs of restlessness.

Upon returning to the mountain, the master and disciples hastily had dinner. Gongsun Yang then called them here, without revealing the reason, just gazing at his three disciples.