How should I put it?
It could probably only be described as perfectly standard and articulate—the Eastern language spoken by the young man who had given her a Golden Apple... Little Butterfly Demon couldn't help looking at Long Xiruo with great curiosity.
If she hadn't heard wrong... Teacher?
Long Xiruo clenched her fist and held it before her mouth, coughing lightly twice. When she spoke, she was still perfectly serious. "This person is called Huiyao. We have some history. Hmm, how should I put it... In short, it's a long story."
Under the Golden Apple Tree, the young man stood with his hands behind his back... It was hard to associate him with the origins of the "little brat" he claimed to be. The current First Tower Master of the Secret Arts Tower smiled. "Teacher seems to have changed a little over the years. In the past, you probably would have said that I was just a shameless little brat who unilaterally considered myself your student, while you had never acknowledged me or anything like that."
"Mm!" Luo Pianxian nodded instinctively.
What the hell are you saying yes for...? The True Dragon of Shenzhou glared at the butterfly, then frowned, looking as if she had decided to throw caution to the wind. "Fine. I came to pick apples again today. What are you going to do about it...? Should we have a little spar, or pretend nothing happened?"
The First Tower Master... Huiyao gently shook his head and said sincerely, "Although having a proper contest with you, Teacher, is one of my lifelong wishes... I'm still very clear about the gap between us right now. Besides, some troublesome things happened outside, and I don't want to complicate matters further. I've temporarily locked up Chiyan. If you like the apples here,