My Master, Ling Han
Editor: Henyee Translations
All the important people of the clan were offering their congratulations, and so was the lord city master, which caused Ding Feiwen to become so smug and conceited that he was practically about to forget his own name.
That should be the case, right? He had gained the favor of some major figure of the Crimson Sun Sect, and had been taken as disciple, just that he had yet to get the news.
'Hoho, that must be it!
'F*ck, Ding Ping, that bastard, actually dared to give me a punch. I'm definitely going to make him pay dearly for it this time!'
"Lord City Master, this way, please!" the patriarch of the Ding Clan hurriedly said. This was no place for conversation.
"Please!"
"Please!"