After Lv Potian got a beating from his Master, he finally behaved.
"Master, I was wrong."
"Hmm."
The old man looked at Lv Potian's pitiful appearance and nodded. He then took out a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and took a comfortable puff, exhaling the smoke.
"Alright, let's just forget about it. I haven't finished my chess game yet."
"Remember, next time you encounter those Evil Dragon Hall brats, just fight them. If you can't beat them, come tell me."
"I understand, Master."
Despite being a tall and burly man over ten meters high, Lv Potian appeared like a quail in front of this old man, head down, face red, not daring to say much.
"Alright, alright, I get annoyed just seeing you. Take your two elders and leave."
"By the way?"
