Chapter 119: Core Disciple Boot Camp~

Morning broke over the Training Ground on Main Peak. Byron Cutmore stood with his hands clasped behind his back, studying the six battered Core Disciple lined up before him. Bruised faces. Swollen cheeks. Hair in disarray. The corner of his mouth lifted, faintly pleased. "Master…" Nathaniel Urwin cupped the side of his puffed-up face, voice thick with grievance. "Why did you ambush us while we were cultivating?" He glanced sideways. "And look at Theodora's hair. You messed it up so badly…" Byron...