Lu Xiao had followed his master for eighteen years, excelling in both medicine and martial arts. After five years of military service, he returned to the city to search for his origins. Faced with flashes of knives and shadows of swords, he was decisive in killing, dominating everyone. When it came to the matters of the heart, he said, "Still… the Young Miss is the best."
Facing Liu Mingshu's scolding, Su Yan also looked full of grievance, with tears even beginning to whirl in her eyes.
"But I didn't know that."
"You only met Mr. Lu a few days ago, how was I supposed to know you wanted to make him your godson?"
"I just wanted to give Lu Xiao an opportunity."
"If Lu Xiao participated in the Martial Arts Exchange, that means he must practice martial arts."
"And if he practices martial arts, he would definitely want to chase a higher Martial Arts Realm."
The usually taciturn Su Yan rattled off a series of statements.
After finishing, she began to shed tears in earnest.
Seeing Su Yan like this, much of Liu Mingshu's anger dissipated.
Having followed her for seven years, although they hadn't performed the formal ceremony of apprenticeship, Liu Mingshu had long regarded Su Yan as her direct disciple.
She knew Su Yan's temperament well.
Although a bit impulsive in her actions, she didn't harbor any ill intentions.