Qian Renyue had known Guang Ling would react this way. She let him finish before saying, "Grandpa Guang Ling, he's Sword Douluo. His name is Chen Xin."
"Sword..."
Guang Ling had been about to launch straight into a tirade, but just as the words reached his lips, he seemed to remember something. "Wait, Xiao Yue'er, who did you say your master was?"
"Sword Douluo, Chen Xin."
Qian Renyue repeated herself.
As far as she was concerned, if Guang Ling insisted on fighting Chen Xin, that would be fine too. She would get to feast her eyes on the spectacle, so there was no downside for her.
"No, Xiao Yue'er, how did you even meet that fellow?"
Guang Ling frowned slightly. He had only been gone a month, and that old man Chen Xin had already stolen his Xiao Yue'er away. He had been guarding against the wrong people!
Who knew some old geezer would steal his little girl away?
"I got lost once and happened to run into him."
Qian Renyue kept her answer brief. She did not want to go into too much detail, or Guang Ling would probably volunteer to teach her archery or something.
After all, one of her manifested weapons was a bow, and Guang Ling used a bow himself. If he learned the whole story and did not clamor to teach her archery, she would eat her words.
"That's it?"
When Qian Renyue said nothing more, Guang Ling voiced his confusion.
She had simply gotten lost, met him, and become his disciple?
Who was she trying to fool?
"Xiao Yue'er, tell the truth! You can't pull the wool over my eyes!"
Guang Ling sounded anxious. What had happened to his Xiao Yue'er? Had she learned to fool people after just a month apart?
"Of course