"Changsheng, you actually saved three this time. Making progress."
Old Devil Yu began to compliment himself.
Finding Old Devil Yu's words humorous, Ji Changsheng let out a chuckle.
This foster father of his seemed to be halfway trained by him now.
Since that was the case, he should definitely grant him face.
Hence, Ji Changsheng modestly replied, "It's all due to your good teaching, Master. I'm merely fitting in with the customs. Since I have joined the Holy Sect, it's only natural for me to adopt the ways of the sect's disciples."
Old Devil Yu: "…Changsheng, you're really overestimating the Holy Sect and undervaluing yourself."
He had a sense that the Holy Sect wasn't suitable for Changsheng.
No wonder Mu Xian always got a headache when she saw Changsheng.
He now understood Mu Xian's feelings.
He too was starting to get a headache.
But it was his own son, what else could he do?
Was he going to betray him for the sake of righteousness?