"Old Master," the toddler beside Leng Ruoxue called out first before the noble man replied.
"Old Master? Didn't he die?" Leng Ruoxue glanced over at the toddler and then at the noble man in doubt.
"Child, I am indeed dead. What you see now is merely a wisp of my divine sense that I left behind before I died," the noble man explained.
Child… am I that young? Leng Ruoxue felt awkward. It felt strange being called a 'child' by someone who didn't look much older than her.
"In my eyes, you are a child." The noble man saw her thoughts.
Whatever, just call me a child then, Leng Ruoxue thought. I shouldn't fuss over it with someone already dead.
"Erm… Uncle." Since he's calling me a child, I have to call him uncle to show my respect, Leng Ruoxue retaliated in her head.
"I am Yu, but you should call me Master." Yu was a bit exasperated. This little fellow really doesn't want to suffer any loss.
