"I'd like to see how smart this little brat is after all," Master Huan thought, sticking his tongue out playfully.
A faint blush crept across his nose, and his cheeks flushed a deep red, betraying his embarrassment. For a moment, he had forgotten his identity as the mighty and supreme Sovereign of Sheng Yun.
Instead, he found himself slipping into the role of a mischievous child, reveling in the absurdity of the situation.
Xiao Ming, however, was utterly stunned by Master Huan's appalling behavior. His mind raced, trying to decipher the intentions of this cunning little brat.
But as the gravity of Master Huan's words sank in, a sinister smile curled on Xiao Ming's lips. This was no ordinary encounter—it was a god-sent blessing, a stroke of fortune too great to ignore.
He couldn't help but chuckle slyly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
