“You were just saying that you didn't care about other people’s business… but you eavesdropped on me talking to the Master?!!!” Leng San immediately drew his voice when he turned to see Fu Duanzhi raising the corner of his mouth…
Fu Duanzhi lifted his liquor jar to his mouth before replying briefly.
“What “other people”? You are clearly my disciple.”
Leng San’s even spun widely... He was used to giving people unreasonable reasons, but he had just been retorted in that very same way by the same type of person for the first time.
“Ugh!! I just found out that being verbally attacked by such nonsense words is so painful,” Leng San said, holding his hand on the heart position in pain…
The old man raised his liquor jar with an indifferent expression...
“Oh, well. Since there's no other business, we'll continue to practice for a whole month until the meeting of the eight branches’ directors.”
“Roger,” Leng San synchronized his hands and bowed down…