"Jiang Chuan, let me tell you, you absolutely have to stay away from the female soul masters in our class!
The way they look at you—they're clearly up to no good!"
Along the way, Wang Dong chattered nonstop in Tang San's ear, desperately drilling into him the idea that those women were all after his body and that he needed to be on guard.
The core meaning behind all her words was nothing more than a warning to Tang San:
At such a perfect age for building a foundation, he had to keep his heart pure and his desires restrained, devoting all his energy to cultivation.
Originally, Tang San had walked beside her listening to this, and he had found this daughter he'd gotten on the cheap rather interesting. She already knew how to look out for her father.
But Wang Dong's next sentence made this God King, who had lived three lives, freeze on the spot.
"Oh, no, that's not right."
Wang Dong rubbed her chin, looked Tang San up and down, and muttered, "You seem to be only six years old. Even if you really had any ideas, you couldn't do anything."
Tang San's face darkened as he was left speechless.
What was wrong with having a six-year-old body? Did being six mean he didn't deserve respect?!
He took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed his surging thoughts.
Just then, after hearing about the commotion in Freshman Class One, Tang Ya and Beibei hurried over as well and stopped Tang San on the tree-lined path.
"Sect Master! You were so cool today!"
Tang Ya rushed up to him with an excited expression the moment she saw him, gesturing wildly with both hands.
"You have no idea—after word spread to the upper grades about how you publicly taught Zhou