Does Dai Yuhao Want to Absorb the Ten-Year Lone Bamboo?

"Don't let there be a next time. Otherwise, I won't spare any consideration for our fellow disciple bond."

With that, Dai Yuhao snorted coldly, pressed the Silent Sleeve Arrow downward, and reengaged the safety.

Dai Yuhao was only six years old after all. His mind was still immature, making him easily influenced by others—especially a certain female assassin from the Tang Sect...

Dai Huabin understood that this was a threat.

But he interpreted it as meaning that if there was a next time, that bastard Huo Yuhao would most likely go tattling to Yu Xiaogang.

The son of a servant is still the son of a servant. He doesn't have even a shred of a man's dignity, actually wanting to tattle! Dai Huabin cursed viciously in his heart, but he did not dare let a single word slip from his mouth.

Secretly, Yu Xiaogang nodded in satisfaction. Both of his disciples had shown some growth, and that was already enough.

His second disciple, Dai Huabin, still spoke without thinking and had a temper that made him blurt things out thoughtlessly, but his disposition was gradually changing bit by bit.

After all, if it had been before, he would never have voluntarily slowed down to wait for a fellow disciple junior he despised as "the son of a servant"...

As for his third disciple, Huo Yuhao?

Whenever Yu Xiaogang thought of the one most resembling a Child of Destiny, he became deeply worried.

Originally, he had actually made certain arrangements to tame Huo Yuhao.

But then one day, that brat Huo Yuhao had suddenly asked him what it meant to court death.

When it came to courting death, Yu Xiaogang was extremely familiar with it.

It was a catchphrase often muttered by his eldest disciple—Tang San, that half-breed of human and