"Apprentice, come over and pay your respects to your grandmaster,"
Wan Ou seemed to know that Lan Jin didn't like Zhen Muqing very much, so in order to please her master, a mischievous look flashed in her eyes before she sternly told Zhen Muqing.
Speechless, Lan Jin glanced at him. Truth be told, even if Zhen Muqing really did call her grandmaster, she wouldn't want to acknowledge such a disciple—it would be too shameful.
Zhen Muqing acted as if she hadn't heard, standing still in her spot, but visibly, her complexion became even paler than before, almost devoid of all color.
"Pfft, she was bragging about having two masters before, now she probably wishes she'd never taken one," said the previously talkative heiress, whose grandfather couldn't be bothered to pat her on the back anymore.
Another heiress covered her mouth and laughed, adding, "Who would have thought that the famous Miss Zhen would see this day, it's to die for."
