Tang Chenyang’s master is actually Dean Sixin.
It’s just that Dean Sixin is often busy with affairs, and many times it’s her younger brother.
That is, Elder Sizhi who is disciplining Tang Chenyang.
Generally speaking, a master is relatively more strict.
But here, it’s Elder Sizhi who is even more stringent.
In the yard, it was already late at night.
After the beginning of summer, some noisy insect chirps can be heard at night.
When in a bad mood, these insect chirps only make one more irritable.
Hearing this from her brother indeed made Dean Sixin pause for a moment.
"Lost to a Servant Disciple, what does that mean?"
"What else could it mean? It’s literal.
Your favored apprentice, our top disciple in Five Immortals City, lost to a Servant Disciple.
Causing me to lose face along with her."
Elder Sizhi spoke with even more reproach on his face.
"How did you lose face together?"
"Why else?
Your beloved apprentice simply isn’t the match of that Servant Disciple.
If I had acted a bit later, your favored apprentice would’ve been seriously injured.
Perhaps now you would see him lying down rather than kneeling here."
At this point, Elder Sizhi seemed dissatisfied and spoke again.
"For so many years, no Direct Disciple in Five Immortals City would lose to a Servant Disciple, right?
Not to mention Direct Disciple, any Inner Sect Disciple?
Besides, tangling with Qianmu Fan, without assessing his own strength.
Qianmu Fan surely saw through that Servant Disciple’s prowess immediately, proving to be very clever."
Elder Sizhi’s criticisms were incessant.
But after all this, Dean Sixin seemed to focus on one thing.
"What method did that Servant Disciple use, so viciously? Did Chenyang get injured somewhere?"
"Rest assured, your treasured disciple is not injured.
The only one hurt is your good brother.
For rescuing him, I’m likely to be punished by the sect."
Upon hearing this, Dean Sixin gave Elder Sizhi a light slap.
Signaling him to be less petty and more generous.
After pondering, she spoke again.
"What exactly is the situation with that Servant Disciple, how could he have the strength to rival Chenyang?
Grotto Heaven Realm 7th Layer, might he be unable to oppose a Servant Disciple?"
Hearing this, Tang Chenyang recounted the relationship between Qianmu Fan and Shen Han.
Additionally, he detailed the process and feelings of his confrontation with Shen Han to his master.
"Master, is there any chance to release the anger bottled inside me...?"
Dean Sixin turned her head to look at Tang Chenyang.
"To defeat you in competition, what do you think of his talent?
Today, he may be a Servant Disciple, but tomorrow, who knows.
Trying to vent your frustration on him won’t be easy."
Dean Sixin spoke softly, appearing eager to help her disciple.
Yet her words implied that Shen Han might be valued by the sect.
With that, Dean Sixin waved her hand, instructing her disciple to rest.
Once Tang Chenyang had walked some distance, she turned back to her brother.
"That Shen Han, based on your perspective, how is his talent?"
Hearing this, Elder Sizhi frowned, seemingly contemplating.
"Honestly, I can’t discern this disciple’s talent or strength.
He seems to have cultivated some kind of Cultivation Technique, constantly hiding his cultivation strength.