An Lin’s Disciple

Bei Lian drew a sharp intake of breath as she glowered at An Lin.

That's right, the master of her master was indeed her grandmaster, but she simply couldn't stomach the fact that An Lin was her grandmaster!

It was simply too much for her to bear.

Bei Lian's face was slowly turning purple as she tried to grapple with her situation. An Lin immediately burst into laughter as he said, "Don't mind me, Dragon Princess, I was just making a joke!"

Bei Lian pursed her lips as she cupped her fists. "Welcome back, Sect Leader An Lin."

"Don't be so formal. We're all friends here." An Lin patted Bei Lian's shoulder.

A faint blush appeared on Bei Lian's features. For some reason, her heart was surging with joy at being recognized as a friend by An Lin.

"By the way, Dragon Princess, I beat the crap out of your dad and fifth brother. You don't mind, do you?" An Lin asked.