"Mu Lei, you think too much. With our Holy Lord here, that little girl would be alright." Another person shook his head.
"That’s right. Our master does care for this little girl…" Mu Lei nodded.
"Holy Lord, what do you think of her performance this time?" Mu Feng asked, rather daringly.
"How could the person I choose be poor?" The Holy Lord drawled.
The two young men, "…"
Mu Lei, "The little girl is indeed different…"
Mu Feng taunted, "If she wasn’t different, how would the Holy Lord place his efforts on her and claim that she is his scholar? He definitely has to train her to prevent her from humiliating the name of the Holy Lord."
"Do the two of you really not have anything else better to do?" With just a sentence, the Holy Lord shut their mouths instantly! They carefully observed their master, afraid if their very particular master would agonize them again if he was unhappy.
