Yet, why would he use a devastating mid-rank martial technique just to kick my rear?

Cheong rubbed her sore backside, muttering to herself, “I feel like I’ve walked right into a trap.”

It made perfect sense that a hole placed to let the setting sun shine through would instinctively lure people into peeking inside. Considering the old man’s personality, he must have done it on purpose—deliberately setting the hole at an awkward height just so any future viewer would get their rear kicked.

“Tsk. Forget it.”

The Great Martial Emperor, or as he sometimes referred to himself in Cheong’s mind, …