"Hey, Old Lecher, you're not trying to set me up with this information, are you?" Lying on the bed with his legs crossed, Ye Qiu spoke casually.
Old Lecher had taken the initiative to call him, and Ye Qiu couldn't help but think that there must be some conspiracy involved.
"You ungrateful brat, is that what you think of your master? I, your master, have only you as a disciple. Even if I were to trick anyone in the world, I wouldn't trick you," the Old Lecher defended himself righteously on the other end of the phone.
"Hmph, you contacting me is never good news, isn't your aim for me to join Dragon Group just to help grab the first place and support the unification of the northern and southern martial arts circles?" Ye Qiu pointed out the Old Lecher's purpose for having him join Dragon Group.
The Old Lecher chuckled, "I knew I couldn't hide it from you, kid. You figured it out so quickly. You're right, but as for winning first place, don't force yourself—just do your best."
