As the steward who had spent fifty years in the Scripture Pavilion, Fang Yunbai was incredibly familiar with everything within. And he wasn't at all surprised by Zheng Ming's inquiry about the stone altar, as that item was indeed extraordinary.
"Reporting to the Sect Master, this is…"
Before Fang Yunbai could finish his sentence, he felt his mouth suddenly stifled, and the words he intended to speak didn't come out again.
"My good disciple, remember, you should call me Master." Zheng Ming put on an affectionate expression which nearly made Fang Yunbai vomit.
To serve as a disciple to a man in his twenties—this world was truly a bit mad! But under such oppressive power, he had no room to resist, and at this moment, he could barely muster the energy to speak.
