Fang Cheng turned his gaze to this master whom he had formally apprenticed to not long ago.
He saw a complex expression on his master's face, a mix of emotion and a hint of unwillingness.
"In the past, I indeed had a lot of opinions on the current Special Search Team."
Ma Jianguo chuckled self-deprecatingly:
"I even went so far as to harshly criticize them as deviating from tradition, and I specifically warned you to keep your distance and draw a clear boundary from them."
"The reason I acted this way, aside from disapproving of their rampant drug use to forcibly stimulate the body, which is completely at odds with our Martial Arts Research Association's principles of 'consolidating the foundation and nurturing the vitality through gradual progress,' was also because of an old incident."
He picked up his teacup, his gaze becoming somewhat distant:
