Yu Weimin realized one thing from the memories as he kept watching for days. Liu Yang didn't know that his little disciple was a yin beast himself—a fox at that. The man had picked up the little guy years ago and raised him himself all the way to the top.
Even the timeline of this event was situated at the moment when the fox was really a young man, solely devoting his life to his master. Their lives were surrounded by small things, as Liu Yang would wake up every single day, stare at his little disciple practicing every morning like a hawk, stare at his disciple eating some food, stare at his disciple wandering about, stare at him while bathing, stare, stare, and simply stare all day long with that crazy, lusty gaze of his.
That pervert!
It was too awkward for Yu Weimin to watch himself being stared at in this manner. He wanted to move and shake his younger self to wake the hell up and glance at his own master first!
