Prepare for Battle!

Upon hearing these words, Xuan Ling was taken aback and almost passed out. The little girl had a braid standing tall on her head and seemed a bit clueless, but he didn't expect her to be so clever. Looking at her innocent face, he finally understood why Senior Brother Cen insisted on arguing with a child. This little girl was even more infuriating than her master, Li Yuanming!

Taking a deep breath, he forced a smile and said, "Niece, you're just joking. I and your master are of the same generation."

In other words, if she called him grandson, then her master would have to do the same.

Unexpectedly, Zhouzhou wasn't fooled at all. She tilted her head and looked at him strangely, saying in a soft voice, "So I said, let's mind our own business, Senior Martial Uncle. How come you can't understand such a simple thing? What a pity."

She looked at him with pity in her eyes.

It was truly miserable. Baiyun Temple, such a large temple, yet had a bunch of fools.