"My dear disciple, shouldn't you be with your senior brother, Absorbing Essence and Qi? What brings you to me?"
Wu Chan saw his disciple and listlessly toyed with the delicate hand of the Enchanting Demon he was holding.
"My senior brother claims his Cultivation has hit a bottleneck and refuses to cultivate with me. Master, you have to stand up for me!"
Swaying his hips like a willow in the wind, Yang Jing took dainty steps and approached Wu Chan with a coquettish pout.
For some reason, Wu Chan suddenly found this disciple, of whom he had long since grown tired, to be overwhelmingly charming. He gulped, shoved the Enchanting Demon aside, and pulled the disciple into his arms.
"My dear disciple, I'll get you your justice right now."
Just as he was about to make his move, he saw his disciple give a faint, unreadable smile, form a Sword Pointing hand sign, and aim it at him.
"Freeze!"
The next moment, Wu Chan found himself utterly paralyzed.
