"Hmm...ah." A real person from the Taixu Pavilion hurriedly wiped their mouth, casually agreeing.
Qing Yuzi, however, gave Gu Tao a glance and huffed.
"Old bro, don't be like that." Gu Tao leaned in, wrapping his arm around Qing Yuzi's shoulder, "We're acquainted through conflict, aren't we? Look, you've gotten used to it here, haven't you?"
Qing Yuzi's face was an iron blue, ignoring Gu Tao, only handing Yin Rong a wooden comb from his pocket when he saw her: "This is what I promised you."
"Thank you, Master Qing Yuzi."
Master? Gu Tao was startled and looked at Rongrong, "Why are you calling him Master?"
"Master said that Master Qing Yuzi is of higher rank, so I should call him Master."
Master, huh... So by that reasoning, shouldn't I be calling him Senior Brother? Won't that be a loss? I was planning to take this defeated follower as my disciple, but now suddenly he's become my senior brother, which really annoyed Gu Tao.
