He thought his master was going to commend him for his recent hard training.
The disciple, known as Little Six, showed a bit of difficulty on his face: "Senior brother... Master, he... doesn't look well."
Lei Pojun's smile froze, and his rugged brows furrowed: "Doesn't look well? What's happened?"
Not daring to delay, he grabbed a towel nearby, quickly wiped off his sweat, threw on an outer robe, and stride broadly towards the Thunder Shock Hall where his master was with Little Six in tow.
Inside Thunder Shock Hall, the atmosphere was heavy.
An elder, no less burly than Lei Pojun, with a dignified face and hair and beard all white, was standing with his hands behind his back in the hall.
One of the deputy chiefs of Celestial Spirit Martial Arts Hall, and also Lei Pojun's master.
Lei Zhenyue.
The elder's brow was furrowed tightly, with a faint rumble of thunder resonating around him.
"Master, you were looking for me?"
