"All of you fellow disciples will practice boxing in this hall. You will get a lunch every day. Every three days, you will also get a bowl of medicinal soup to help you improve your martial arts training."
In the corner of the martial arts hall, Sun Cang stood with his hands behind his back, as straight as a spear, and was lecturing several people.
Not far away, the disciples who had already entered the sect were pounding stone or wooden stakes, while others were holding stones of different sizes to practice their strength, but their eyes were all looking at the few people in the corner.
Everyone had a look of watching a joke on their face.
It was almost a consensus among the outer courtyard disciples to watch the new junior fellow being bullied.
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