Director Zhao looked at Qu Feng with a glimmer of hope, “Elder Qu, is Yan Qingcheng really your disciple?”
Qu Feng was about to deny it. After all, he had not thought it through yet when he heard Yun chujiu point at director Zhao and berate him angrily, “Martial nephew Zhao, what do you mean by this? !”!
By asking this, do you think that my two masters are not qualified to be my masters?
“Even though I am a little outstanding, even though I made a name for myself in the hundred-year grand competition, and even though there are many people who are fighting to be my masters, I am not a bastard who would betray my masters and destroy my ancestors. Once a master, always a father. In this life.., “In the next life, I will be the disciple of my two masters.
“Master, come, drink some tea. Don’t be angry with such a fool. It’s not worth it.”
