Three days after the "tea kettle incident," the Azure Sky Sect had mostly recovered.
Mostly.
Every courtyard now had a "No Cub Beyond This Line" sign.
Every elder had learned to identify the faint scent of ozone as a warning sign.
And every disciple had at least one blurry memory involving lightning and a giggling beast.
Li Ming, meanwhile, had acquired permanent eye bags and a new title: Caretaker of Chaos.
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Morning sunlight slanted through the training field as Li Ming stood before a group of nervous outer disciples.
He sighed, hands clasped behind his back. "Today, we're practicing the Flowing Thunder Palm. Simple technique. Precise control. No theatrics."
Bai Guo hovered nearby, already smirking. "You should include that last sentence in every conversation you have with Lei Shan."
Speak of the devil.
A small crackle sounded behind them.
