Yang Fei pondered in his heart and resumed the cultivation of Extreme Tiger.
Although Old Silver Stick's lecherous style was laughable, Yang Fei had always believed that his master's words were never wrong.
The relationship between him and Old Silver Stick was less like that of a master and disciple, and more like brothers.
One was a young rascal, and the other was an old one; outsiders couldn't comprehend the strange relationship between this pair of master and disciple.
But Yang Fei understood in his heart that the master's care for him definitely exceeded that of many fathers for their children.
Yang Fei believed that if Master had instructed him to cultivate Extreme Tiger, there had to be a reason for it.
Perhaps only when he had cultivated Extreme Tiger to the Realm of Great Perfection would he understand his master's painstaking efforts.
Although Yang Fei was ready,
yet when he resumed practicing Tiger Pounce, and the fiery Essence Qi surged,