"What's this?! Master, are you planning to treat us differently!?" Shao Zi sent her voice over, sounding somewhat depressed. Today, she wore a pristine white dress, like a goddess dressed for a grand occasion. The youthful innocence she should have possessed had faded, replaced by an ethereal, otherworldly air. It was clear that she had deliberately dressed to look a little more mature. With that fox tail already sticking out, if I still couldn't see through her seduction, I had no business being her master.
Xiang Ling, meanwhile, wore a pale-yellow dress. Although she wasn't as captivating as Shao Zi, she looked even more refined than usual, and she hadn't put any less effort into her makeup than Shao Zi had. Her Sima Zhao's intentions were known to every passerby! If I didn't put on a show of unwavering resolve now, Shao Zi's mischievous cleverness would certainly lead to trouble.
"Shao Zi, this isn't treating you differently. Do you know what kind of predicament the two of you would put your master in if you did this? If I made a move on my own disciples, what kind of leader of the Heavenly Realm would I be afterward? What face would I have to show before the people of the world?!" I sent my voice over. There was already a hint of warning in it.
Shao Zi panted, her face faintly flushed, seemingly angered by my words. She was different from my other disciples. She was full of schemes, but in truth, she was also thin-skinned. Being questioned so directly and without the slightest circumlocution was more than she could bear. It meant that none of her little tricks would work anymore, but she still sent her voice over in protest: "Why not? Things like this happen all the time