Shen Wu hated that.
Young Master always urged him to focus on his martial arts practice, but he treated those words like wind passing through one ear and out the other.
Now, because of his lacking skills, he had actually been trampled under the foot of a woman.
This was the greatest, greatest, greatest humiliation in his life as Shen Wu…
"Spit it out!" Su Yan intensified her grip, causing Shen Wu's forehead veins to bulge in pain.
"Alright, alright, I'll talk."
It wasn't a secret anyway; there was no point in opposing her and finding trouble for himself.
It was only then that Su Yan, satisfied, let go of him, pulled him up, and patted the dirt off for him, straightening his clothes.
With a smile, she looked at him and said, "Go on, don't leave out a single word."
"I got it," Shen Wu grumbled, rubbing his arm as he walked over and sat down on a rock.
