Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

"Shi Wenshan, stop putting on that hypocritical act there."

Zhou Liang snorted coldly, thinking of Qin Lie, making no effort to hide the fury in his eyes.

Liu Ze and Shen Zhenzhong glanced at Gao Sheng, both frowning slightly.

To cripple a disciple that a martial master was grooming for his old age before the disciple had fully matured, such vicious methods were no different from severing one's foundation and cutting off all future paths.

Guangchang Martial Hall's master Liu Suifeng slowly stood up, saying, "Enough. Today is the Blue Scale Assembly. If there are any grudges, settle them on the platform."

Though he was advanced in age with declining qi and blood, his seniority was deep and his prestige considerable.

"I only hope Master Zhou's disciples aren't made of paper and mud, crumbling at the slightest touch."

Shi Wenshan said this, then walked toward their seats with a beaming smile, exchanging pleasantries with others and leading Pine Breeze Martial Hall's disciples.

Liu Suifeng turned his gaze to Zhou Liang, "Take your seats."