"Damn, how dare you hit me?! Don't you know it's a crime for an Outer Court disciple to hit an Inner Court disciple?" the disciple shouted shamelessly, clutching his bloody nose.
'Hah, what he says is actually true,' Wang Ming thought. It was one of those unfair rules in the sect—meant to "motivate" Outer Court disciples to work harder. It was effective in a twisted way, since no one liked being crushed and unable to retaliate due to fear of expulsion.
"Senior Fang Juan!" the disciple's eyes lit up when he saw a familiar figure passing by.
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Fang Juan, who had recently been beaten black and blue by his uncle and was now living in constant fear of retribution from Wang Ming, had finally stepped out of his house. Even then, he remained cautious. From what he had learned from his uncle, it seemed Wang Ming wouldn't bother with him—considering him too insignificant to waste time on. Normally, being dismissed like that would have angered him, but now, it was a relief.
