The Excited Supreme Saint Qingsheng

At the Blood Apricot Trees courtyard of the Terra Demons' sacred ground.

Sikong the Younger concentrated on imparting Buddhist Dharma and narrating the classics to Zhen Nu, Zhen Se, Zhen Sha, Zhen Wang, and Zhen Tan. These five cultivators were sitting below and listening attentively.

How could they not listen attentively?

They could see Sikong the Younger walking behind them with his staff in his hand like an angry vajra. Anyone who dared to be distracted would get a hit from the staff!

They weren't afraid of being beaten. They were afraid of being humiliated. They were even more afraid of being mocked by the Terra Demons who came to watch from time to time.

'Endure...! We have got to endure! Endure, and we will get through this.'

BANG!

Suddenly, the wooden door was pushed open. A handsome figure rushed into the yard. It was Zhang Ruochen, whose robe was a bit messy.