"Little Scholar!"
Nalan Ziye's delicate face changed, and she hurriedly ran out of the hall.
She never expected the Grand Elder of the Celestial Pavilion to treat his disciples so.
Duan Wuyan didn't even give the disciple a chance to explain.
"Little Scholar, how are you?" Nalan Ziye asked worriedly, secretly blaming herself in her heart.
The slap mark on Little Scholar's face was already swollen and burning with intense pain spreading throughout his body.
Little Scholar's cultivation was only at the Golden Core Stage; how could he withstand a slap from someone at the Late Stage of Integration?
That Little Scholar survived was already Duan Wuyan showing mercy.
In Duan Wuyan's eyes, besides the alchemist disciples, the other disciples were all useless trash.
"I'm fine..." Little Scholar weakly responded, his pale face full of fear.
Little Scholar himself didn't expect that Duan Wuyan wouldn't even give him a chance to speak.
