"Master?"
"He called that pretty boy what? Master?"
"This doesn't make sense, isn't Li Xiaoyao the bodyguard's master?"
Speculation was rife, but no one knew exactly what was going on.
The most surprised was Zhu Xiaoyue; others might be in the dark, but she knew the truth.
The master of Jiuyin was only one person, and that was Li Xiaoyao.
But now, he was calling this man, whom she had never seen before, master. What exactly was happening?
Unbeknownst to them, this farce had already been going on for over an hour.
At precisely 11:50 AM, Monk Gui Hai walked out of his cultivation room.
When he arrived at the banquet hall and saw it in complete disarray, with blood and corpses everywhere, his long eyebrows involuntarily lifted.
"What has happened?" Monk Gui Hai said, a trace of anger in his voice.
