The three Mystics looked like they had been plucked out of the streets by a savior as they looked up with disbelief. They hurriedly rushed into the villa, furiously rubbing their hands together to warm themselves.
"The next time you all mess up, the consequences will not be so simple," Bei Feng said as he glared sternly at the three.
Even the most slow-witted Mystic Two nodded his head rapidly as though he’d been enlightened.
"Alright, go and rest now."
Bei Feng dismissed the three with a flick of his hands. In a short moment, the three had fled far away.
'Wanting to gain an initial mastery into the Form and Will Fist martial technique is not a simple matter… it’s simply too profound! However, learning the Bear Form is still rather simple for me.'
Bei Feng thought back to his experiences in the snowy mountain of Tibet as the corner of his mouth rose slightly with a smile.