"Master is so weak right now~"
The slightly playful voice slipped out from Zhiyu's lips, and with her wrist jerking lightly back and forth, Lu Jin'an's face inevitably darkened a few shades.
Was that something one could just say out loud?
If it weren't for his serious injuries not yet healed, how would he have ended up half-standing, half-collapsing like this?
And this rebellious disciple still dared to tease him?
Lu Jin'an suddenly understood how his own Master had felt back when he mocked him for being a weak chicken.
But the difference between a man and a woman's mood in this kind of matter was also painfully obvious—just like between his Master and himself.
No matter how weak Master was, if he wanted it, he only needed to lie down in bed and wait.
But if he couldn't get his own might to rise, then he couldn't do anything at all.
Thinking of this, Lu Jin'an let out a dry chuckle. "Zhiyu, do you know what the consequences are for teasing your Master like this?"
