The two exchanged a wry smile, shook their heads helplessly, and then turned around to go back to their rooms.
Upon hearing this, Xia Luyao pondered for a moment and then nodded, "This can be done."
The old Daoist, observing them whispering on the side, felt his heart skip a beat, sensing an inexplicable unease.
Sure enough, Xia Luyao's expression turned serious, and his tone grew cold, "Old Daoist, upon returning to the security zone, you need to add two more hours to your daily training."
"What? An extra two hours?" The old Daoist wailed, "Captain, have mercy! I didn't see anything, just spare me this time!"
Faced with the old Daoist's begging, Xia Luyao and Lin Beichen looked at each other and refused in unison, "No discussion!"
With that, the two ignored the old Daoist's cries from behind and went straight back to their rooms.
The old Daoist looked at the closed door, wanting to cry but having no tears.
What did he do to deserve this today?
