"Uh!"
Chu Yanran's delicate jade-like hand was roughly grasped by Ye Chen, sending her heart fluttering like a startled deer.
Ye Chen, was he finally taking the initiative?
"Chu Yanran, you have great talent, truly a martial arts prodigy!" Ye Chen said, his eyes dancing with enthusiasm. "Quickly kneel down, kowtow, and acknowledge me as your master. If you do, I will teach you martial arts, and you will become a heroine of your generation!"
"..."
Chu Yanran was lost in delightful fantasies, but Ye Chen's words hit her like a bolt from the blue, burning her from the inside out.
"You do not wish to acknowledge me as your master?" Ye Chen's face darkened. "I am the youngest Grandmaster in history, a future Land God in the making. I am most certainly qualified to be your master!"
"Scram!" Chu Yanran said coldly.
"What?" Ye Chen asked, surprised.
"I said, scram, scram!" Chu Yanran repeated.
Ye Chen: "..."
