After the meal, Zhang San and the others began to tidy up.
Just as Zhang San had finished packing up, he heard the sound of the door being pushed open. Turning around, he saw that it was Ling.
"Sister Ling, you never come to knock on my door every night, and now that we're about to leave, it's too late."
Ling let out a cold laugh, a mischievous smirk on her face, "You think you're going to be that quick."
With that, both burst into loud laughter.
Then, Ling asked, "Why don't you take a master? Although martial artists value respecting the master and honoring the way, I feel that with those two old men's fondness for you, it wouldn't be a problem to acknowledge them both as your masters."
Zhang San let out a helpless sigh.
"How could I not know that? They would both agree if I brought it up, but…"
"Sister Ling, let's not talk about the fact that Officer Bai's death is already trouble enough for me."
