"Grandmaster?!"
"Is he really a Grandmaster?"
"Damn it, he's really a Grandmaster?!"
"Damn, comparing people is so frustrating!"
...
At the Martial Arts Training Ground of Mingwu Hall, there was a chorus of wailing.
Chu Zhiyuan laughed as he looked at the crowd surrounding him, including Chu Mingxuan, Chu Zhiyao, Chu Zhitian, and Chu Zhichuan.
Not only were they not happy, but they looked as if they were mourning, wearing faces as long as funeral banners.
"Go, go." Chu Qingfeng waved them off with his hand: "Hurry and practice!"
"Sigh... practice, practice!"
"What's the point of practicing, it's all for nothing!"
"Fourth Brother is more diligent than us, and his talent is better too!"
"Sigh... sigh..."
Sighs echoed continuously; each of them seemed severely impacted, listless, and dispirited, all wanting to just lie down.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled as he glanced at them, not offering any words of encouragement, letting them digest the blow themselves.
