"You're saying… she… is… your… disciple?" Murong Xun paused between each word as she sardonically looked at Yang Xirong, who had pulled back her sleeves and looked like she wanted to charge forward.
Ah, sh*t, why did she feel like Eldest Senior Sister wanted to beat her to death?!
Peak Master Yang, who had been scared of her eldest senior sister since she was young, was immediately cowered, but she was only terrified for a few seconds. As soon as she thought about how her superbly talented disciple was going to be snatched away, she resurrected to full health and jumped three feet into the air. "That's right! She's my disciple!"
"Although you're my eldest senior sister, you can't do something like stealing other people's disciples, right?! I personally picked this darling disciple at the gate three days ago! Everyone saw it! Hmph, quickly release her!" Why are you hugging her?! Is someone else's disciple that easy to hug?!
