"SOL IS MY ONE AND ONLY FATHER!!"
Woo-Seong's voice roared out reluctantly.
The Irregular Dharma Pavilion disciples who were already staring at Sol and Cian for their lack of red robes, looked at their Young Master completely taken aback.
"Y-Young Master, wah-what are you saying?"
Woo-Seong's face blushed a deep red but he glared at this disciple and growled.
"Bastard, you heard nothing just now, you hear me? If you tell anyone I'll kill you."
That disciple's face went pale, and he nodded before turning to run away, but Sol suddenly chopped Woo-Seong on the back of his head and said.
"Hey, is that any way to talk to your fellow disciples?"
Woo-Seong gritted his teeth, but he stopped the disciple and forced a smile while saying.
"I apologize for my words, but act like you were never here, okay?"
The disciple's legs almost gave out when he saw Woo-Seong's smile.
Was that even considered a smile?
