Opening an investigation

The golden-haired man screamed and yelled as spittle flew everywhere as he watched the black swallowing vortex inch closer and closer.

"Just kidding," Yang Qing teasingly said as he made the black vortex disappear when he was just a few inches away from the golden-haired man's face.

Thud!! 

The golden-haired man collapsed on the floor like a puppet whose strings had been cut. 

The whites of his eyes were showing. He had fainted before Yang Qing put away his fist.

"His mental fortitude is even weaker than the first-year students at the Institute. 

Fellow daoist make sure you work on some spirit training exercises. You have a solid cultivation base but it doesn't mean a thing if you don't have the mind to make the most out of it," Yang Qing leisurely said. 

Though it seemed like he was talking to himself since the golden-haired man wasn't in a state to hear or answer anything, him being unconscious and all.