Seeing the strange look in the Black Robe's eyes, Lan Xin immediately guessed that he had probably misunderstood something. She clasped her hands again and said, "Please hear me out, Senior. My master, Sword Emperor Xie Feng, fell many years ago. I never met him. I obtained my cultivation method and Imperial Weapon from the inheritance he left behind, and I never formally became his disciple. Still, I owe Senior Xie Feng a great debt for the blessings he bestowed upon me. In my heart, he will always be the master who gave me a new life."
"Oh~"
Hearing Lan Xin's explanation, the Black Robe nodded pensively. Who knew whether he believed her...
Since the Black Robe knew of Sword Emperor Xie Feng, he probably knew that Xie Feng had been gone for many years. Lan Xin had first said that Xie Feng was her master, then tried to patch things up when she realized how that sounded. Although what she'd said was true, anyone with half a brain would know that it was bound to make him suspicious.
Actually, it wasn't a big deal. Both sides were just humoring each other for now. What the situation eventually came down to wouldn't depend on their conversation.
Put simply, in the end, there was a ninety percent chance they'd settle things with their fists.
After the Black Robe murmured his "oh," he stopped looking at Lan Xin and shifted his gaze to the chubby little Bai Xiao Jing. For the first time, he let a smile show as he said, "Little friend, you feel strangely familiar to me. May I ask who your elders are...?"
Why had he dragged me into this? Bai Xiao Jing froze.
Then he scratched his head and replied, looking puzzled, "My elders? I have lots of