C772 Chapter 772

A few days later, inside the old-fashioned training room, Qinggong sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, his eyes half-lidded. He stared at Yurong, who looked like a wrapped-up mummy, and said, “What have I always taught you? This was only a sparring match. If you’d run into a Magic Beast, you’d have been stomped to death already!”

“Master, it was my carelessness,” Yurong said