"Nephew Disciple Zhou, Nephew Disciple Zhou, you always hide the good stuff, and after all I've done for you."
Zhou Ping'an was still pondering how Uncle Master Yu Changsheng had given up on the "Turing dispute" for the time being, suspecting it might be safer to plot after they had all fully grown.
Then he saw a flash of Sword Wings in the sky, and a slender girl with the aura of a fairy and innocent eyes flew over like a white crane.
After landing, her face looked slightly displeased.
Why could Zhou Ping'an tell that Uncle Master was displeased? Because her lips were pouted.
That meant she was very unhappy.
According to Zhan Shanhe, if this Uncle Master was unhappy when she was in the mountains, she would take her sword and beat people up, no questions asked.
Fortunately, she seemed to have a bit of consideration for him and wouldn't resort to violence even if she was displeased.
No, wait, did I offend her in some way?
Does she know about my candies?
