So-Called Gods Would Have to Call Me Master Too!

The moment he finished speaking, the air suddenly fell silent.

Xuan Zi's hand holding the wine gourd froze, because he realized Yan Shaozhe was staring at him with a rather subtle look in his eyes.

"D-Don't tell me?" Xuan Zi swallowed and pointed at his own nose.

Yan Shaozhe nodded solemnly. "We're counting on you, Elder Xuan. After all, just now... ahem, the person Master fears most in his subconscious is definitely you."

Xuan Zi's expression turned strange.

This was bad.

Back when he hadn't known the man's identity, beating him up had been one thing. But now it was different! This man was not only the teacher of Tang San, the ancestor from ten thousand years ago, but also Mu En's ancestor in the truest sense!

How could he bring himself to beat up Elder Mu's ancestor?

Xuan Zi subconsciously looked toward Mu En in his wheelchair.

Mu En sighed and helplessly shook his head. "It's fine, Xuan Zi. Go ahead. Saving him is what matters."

Having received the family elder's approval, Xuan Zi took a deep breath and suddenly turned around.

"Damn it! What did you teach him?"

Along with a thunderous roar, Xuan Zi swung his fan-sized palm. He did not dare use much force, but with a crisp smack, he cleanly sent Yu Xiaogang flying with a single slap.

Yu Xiaogang spun two and a half times in the air before landing in the corner with a splat.

The world was finally quiet.

A moment later.

Yu Xiaogang slowly woke up on the floor. Covering one side of his severely swollen face, he looked around in confusion. "W-What happened to me just now? Why does my face hurt so much?"

"It's nothing, Master. You were overly excited just now and nearly suffered a deviation in your