Fan Nansong wore an expression of deep disappointment, but then he scratched his head. A thought seemed to strike him, and his eyes narrowed as he looked at his disciple with sudden, ill intent.
"Right."
"Xiaoyuzi, didn't you say a couple of days ago that your old man got you a..."
Qin Yu was still dizzy from the slap his 'good Master' had given him. He had just come to his senses when he heard this and froze for a moment, instinctively clutching his pocket.
"But Master..."
But before he could finish, the Flying Immortal Temple Master smacked him on the back of the head. He pointed at Ji Xiu, whose expression was starting to crack, and his own face flushed with anger.
"How dare you!"
"You have such a treasure and you don't offer it to your Ancestral Master first?"
"You are beyond teaching!"
"Give it here!"
