Ye Feng pulled Feng Shaokun up from the ground and helped him get rid of the dirt on his body.
Seeing that he was in low spirits, he immediately patted his butt. "What's wrong? Isn't it normal for a disciple to lose to a master? You're even losing in a hurry?"
Feng Shaokun looked at him gloomily. "It's normal for a disciple to lose to a master, but it's not normal for him to lose so badly. I've been training hard during this period of time. I thought that the gap between us would be shortened, but I didn't expect it to widen."
Ye Feng was amused by his words. "Actually, you have improved quite a lot."
Feng Shaokun thought that he was comforting him, but he was not happy. "Master, don't comfort me. I guess you're already laughing at me in your heart. Laughing at me for overestimating my own strength and hitting a rock with an egg?"