"Enough! It's all over now!"
Hu Yiqiu smiled lightly. "Master, I've already walked out of it, haven't you yet? I really ought to thank that bastard. If not for him, how could I have met such an amazing disciple? This chance of mine to become a Saint was fought back from the jaws of death by my disciple. Look at him—my disciple's strong, right?"
"Strong!"
Zhu Tianming nodded heavily, glanced at Jiang Chen, then curled his lips into a teasing smile and let out a deep sigh. "How come this old man of mine doesn't have such a good disciple?"
Hu Yiqiu froze for a moment, the show-off expression on his face instantly stiffening.
Pfft!
Pu!
The crowd on the side, who hadn't dared to cut in because Zhu Tianming was there, all failed to hold back and burst out laughing.
"Come on, Master, do you even want your face anymore? Back when you took me in as a disciple, you were already a Saint, alright?"
Hu Yiqiu shot Zhu Tianming a glare, annoyed and amused.
