"I was wrong before, you're not my grand-disciple, you are—"
"You are what?"
At the crucial moment, Huo Tian actually stopped, causing Zhou Heng to get anxious. Being a grand-disciple was still just half as much, but if it was a great-grand-disciple or a great-great-grand-disciple, the difficulty of winning over Huo Tian would be even greater!
Did he really have to cook the raw rice into cooked rice first?
Zhou Heng thought to himself rather unreliably.
Huo Tian stretched out her slender hand, pressed it gently on Zhou Heng's lower abdomen, and buzzed, the Black Sword immediately floated out from the Inner World, dancing around Huo Tian and showing a strong color of attachment.
Zhou Heng's face changed. Could it be that the true master of the Black Sword was really Huo Tian? Then wouldn't he have become Huo Tian's disciple?
The pressure... of a disciple trying to surpass his master was quite something!
