Feng Yunche quickly followed the crowd and said, "Lord Ning Caichen has already healed my face. He has also become my master."
At this moment, Jiang Ming picked up the teacup and was about to drink some tea.
When he heard the word "master," he almost choked. He looked at Feng Yunche in confusion and said, "I'm not your master. We can be friends, but we can't be master and servant."
Feng Yunche calling him master was a little weird.
"Alright then, I'll call you Lord Ning Caichen."
Hearing that Jiang Ming was not used to it, Feng Yunche immediately changed the way he addressed him.
Master Long suddenly remembered something and opened his mouth in disbelief. "You're the leader of the Ghost Clan, Feng Yunche?"
"Yes, I am."
Feng Yunche smiled.
Ever since he was disfigured, he had not smiled.
Now that the wounds on his face had healed, he had to smile more to show his joy.
Master Long grinned.