"Ah, this... all right."
Zhu Zhuqing was still a little dazed.
It all felt too coincidental. She had suddenly been sent by her sister to be assassinated.
Then she had suddenly encountered a young man who had brought along a Title Douluo to save her and invited her to join his sect.
In truth, her little bit of talent was not worth a Title Douluo plotting against her.
Yet it still felt like too much of a coincidence.
Zhu Zhuqing pondered inwardly:
Was it merely a coincidence, or was it fate?
And for some reason, this person gave her an inexplicable urge to submit...
Especially when he spoke. His words seemed naturally persuasive, and she would unknowingly listen to him.
In the end, she thought of how returning to the Zhu Family would still mean a difficult life of survival, and she stopped agonizing over it.
She would treat it as a gamble. No matter what, it would be better than the Zhu Family.
Following behind Song Ye, she muttered:
"Then, should I call you Sect Master, or something else?"
Song Ye replied casually, "They all call me Young Master. You can call me Young Master too."
"Sect Master makes me sound too old. I'm only ten."
"Ah, you're only one year older than me?" Zhu Zhuqing was even more astonished.
A force with a Title Douluo overseeing it actually had a ten-year-old child as its sect master?
Zhu Zhuqing asked again, "Can I go back and say goodbye to the people I know?"
"You barely survived. If you go back again, wouldn't you die if anything went wrong?" Song Ye said with a soft laugh.
"If there's a chance, wait until you become stronger before looking for them."
"Oh..." Zhu Zhuqing was only nine years old, and her face