"Yo, Young Master, why are you still as useless as before after a year?"
"Young Master, don't you ever train? You're always the last in every assessment and always look like a coward. Don't you think it's embarrassing?"
"A person like you being Ninth Master's nephew is really too embarrassing for him. How about this? I'll accompany you to practice and help you improve your strength."
Very quickly, another group of people walked out of the low bushes. From their attire, these people were from the Xie Corporation's branch. They were all in their early twenties. These people all looked at Xie Shihao, who had fallen to the ground, mockingly. Some of them were even holding wooden sticks.
Xie Shihao tasted blood in his mouth and spat at the person closest to him. His saliva mixed with blood landed on the person's pants.
