"Bang bang bang!"
Qing Jun's little fists pounded on Chen Ye's long robe like raindrops. They didn't hurt, but they completely shattered the cool image he'd painstakingly built up.
Damned Xu Qingjun!
Your master finally gets to show off in public once, and you, this unreasonable little brat, ruin it all!
"Quit it, quit it, your master doesn't have time right now."
Chen Ye sighed helplessly, bent down with practiced ease, and scooped the flailing little girl into his arms.
"Wuu wuu wuu… let me go! Big bad master, flirting everywhere!"
Qing Jun wriggled in Chen Ye's arms, her little mouth still muttering nonstop,
"Su, see, didn't I say he's a terrifying demon?"
Su Qingdai, not far away: "…"
Demon?
This is it?
She actually felt this Instructor Chen Ye was a cultivator with a great temperament, not one of those aloof, lifeless clay idols on a pedestal.
As for that Huayue cultivator who should have been the center of attention, she now seemed utterly ignored.
