"Little brother, are you really that afraid of me? You're breaking my heart."
Wu Xuantian had barely turned around when the masked woman in purple spoke.
Without a word, Wu Xuantian activated the Divine Foot Technique. He covered more than ten yards in a single step and vanished in the blink of an eye.
"Sorry, beautiful, but you're too much for me. Better we don't meet again."
His teasing voice drifted back from afar. The woman in purple nearly stamped her foot. If a brat barely in his teens acted like this already, what would he be like when he grew up?
"You Ji, do you know that interesting little fellow?" the pale-faced scholar asked.
"I don't," the woman in purple said. "The first time he appeared was in Xiaochi Town, where he and Bi Yao killed the pirates.
"He's barely in his teens, yet he's already so powerful. Impressive. I wonder which great sect he comes from."
Beneath the full moon and the stars, a young man—no, not even that—a little brat strolled through the cold, shadowy woods.
Wu Xuantian was ambling along when he spotted a familiar portly figure. He stopped at once and was about to slip away.
"You wretched disciple!"
Before Wu Xuantian could move, the figure appeared right in front of him.
"Ahem. Master, long time no see! May good fortune be yours!"
Smack...
No sooner had he spoken than someone grabbed him by the collar and lifted him off the ground. A burning pain flared across his backside.
"Ah! Master, have mercy! Please, go easy on me..."
"Hmph! That's for running away from home! Leaving a note and taking off at your age? I'll beat you to death!"
"Ow, not so hard! I'm a grown man, and you're spanking me. How humiliating!"
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