C1169 Damn It

"Help!" Mr. Zhang's voice pierced the air as he bolted toward the door.

"What a waste," Qin Ming muttered, shaking his head in disappointment. It was clear that Mr. Zhang had never seen himself as a true Martial Saint, lacking the resolve of a genuine Martial Cultivator. His forte was merely intimidating those of a lower rank—a complete waste of potential.

Such a man