Zhao Ling nervously walked ahead with sweat-covered palms, guiding Bai Lung around on his random stroll.
She couldn't calm herself no matter how hard she tried... she worried that she might offend the Young Lord by making some untoward action unknowingly, she couldn't even explain things without fear.
She felt as if she were a commoner chosen by the Emperor as his guide... One misstep and her entire bloodline will be six feet below the ground.
Life is like an apple, sometime it falls on a random person's head.
Bai Lung seemed to be wandering around aimlessly, but he was considering many matters in his mind.
Finally, he decided to pass some remarks.
"Lady Zhao Ling, you needn't be this nervous. Learn from your best friend Saintess here, not only is not afraid of me, but she has also learned to talk back to me now," He said as if mocking Saintess.
Hearing all this, Zhao Ling looked slightly stunned.
