The moment her voice faded, the entire venue fell silent.
Shui Qianjun's mind raced. 'Taken as a disciple by a Fourth-Grade expert? What does that make me? The lesser master?!'
'Still, I'm his father-in-law. Nothing to worry about.'
'Hmm? But the boy has so many women...'
'How secure is my position, really?'
No matter how complicated his feelings were, Shui Qianjun, having been conditioned by his disciple's constant surprises, was the first to react. He put on a smile more practiced than that of the top courtesan at the Spring Breeze Pavilion. Amid his relief, he raised his chin with a look of pride!
'Recognized by a Fourth-Grade expert, a direct disciple of the White Tiger Tribe—I trained him!'
Huang the Eighth, the Vice Gang Leader of the Boat Gang, and the others were deeply shaken.
As a representative of the White Tiger Tribe, Hu Li's words couldn't be false.
But what did "a Fourth-Grade Throne" mean?
