When Qi Mushan returned that evening and saw his bruised and battered second disciple, he nearly spat out the wine he was just about to swallow.
Upon learning that Di Feisheng had sparred with Su Ci and gotten thoroughly beaten, Qi Mushan patted Di Feisheng’s shoulder with a sympathetic expression, then sauntered away with his gourd of wine.
Di Feisheng stared at his master—who hadn't said a word, yet seemed to have communicated everything—and his face darkened.
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