With a serious expression, Charlie addressed Master Hong, saying, “Master Hong, how could you think this of me? I’ve already told you I didn’t do it. You don’t believe me?” Hong Changqing, his eyes red with emotion, responded, “Master Wade… it wasn’t you?”


    “Who else could it be?” he continued, his voice shaking. “I’ve been practicing martial arts for decades, and I’ve never heard of anyone being able to reverse their cultivation or close their meridians. You must think I didn’t want to be your disciple earlier. I offered my heart, and now you’re teasing me like this…”


    Charlie, maintaining his serious demeanor, replied, “Master Hong, you may have misunderstood me. I didn’t cause your cultivation to regress.”<fn5a4f> ???s ??????? ?s ?????? ?? fin?novel</fn5a4f>


    Then, in a moment of feigned realization, Charlie pped his forehead and said, “Oh, I’m sorry, Hong Tianshi! Perhaps there’s an issue with my car. You see, it has a unique feature: anyone who sits in the passenger seat will experience a gradual closing of their meridians, causing their cultivation to diminish. I suggest you get out of the car quickly to avoid further decline.”


    Hong Changqing, on the verge of tears, looked utterly distressed, his expression far worse than a crying child. He pleaded, “Master Wade, please don’t joke like this. I’m not a child; I can’t possibly believe such nonsense…”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    “You honestly don’t believe it?” Charlie asked with a yful smile.


    Desperately, Hong Changqing shook his head. “I really don’t!”


    With a slight smile, Charlie then channeled some of his true energy into Hong Changqing’s body, sealing another of his meridians. “See? You doubt my words, and now you’re at a four-star level?” he stated seriously.


    Horrified, Hong Changqing quickly circted his true energy, only to be struck with fear as he realized another meridian had been sealed! Panic washed over him, and he hurriedly opened the car door and fled.


    Hong Changqing copsed onto the concrete beside the road, looking back at Charlie’s BMW 530. The realization that he had inexplicably fallen from the Great Perfection of the Ming Realm to a mere Four-Star Warrior overwhelmed him, and he broke down in tears. “What kind of car is this?! Why is it stealing my cultivation? I feel like I’ve gone back thirty years, and my skill is now lower than my own disciple’s. How can I face the ancestors of Taizhen Dao…”


    Charlie leaned closer, smiling, “I apologize, Hong Tianshi. My car really can be troublesome. I’ll have to teach it a lessonter, and if that doesn’t work, I might have to scrap it. When you return to the United States, I’ll arrange a ne for you.”


    Looking up at Charlie, Hong Changqing suddenly realized the gravity of the situation. He rushed back to the car, crying, “Master Wade, I know you must have been behind this! My decades of hard work shouldn’t be sealed away like this! Please, for the sake of my years of dedication, forgive me this time! If you want the martial arts mentality of Taizhen Dao, I will give it to you verbatim!”