Feng Chuge raised his eyebrows when he heard that!
Master? This was strange!
She curled her lips slightly and glanced at the thin boy in front of her. "I don't accept disciples."
After saying that, he looked at the sky again.
It was getting late. If they did not hurry up, they would have to walk in the dark.
She reached out to touch the Red Cloud Sword on her body, then shook her hair and continued to move forward.
She had only taken one step when the boy behind her caught up again.
As night approached, the boy followed her closely.
She was fast, and so was he.
She was slow, and so was he.
The two of them were always on the same rhythm.
Feng Chuge had never seen such a person before. She finally stopped. "I already said that I won't take any more disciples. Why are you still following me?"
"I want you to be my master!" A certain someone straightened his back and propped his waist up, looking at Feng Chu Ge with a confident expression.