"Master... Zhiwei is not tired, but... but I want to be held by Master."
The eldest disciple was the first to lose patience. After all, she was the one who boasted first...
She extended her slightly cool little hand, pulling her master's pinky, looking up at him with her small face.
"Master, me too!"
The little girl mimicked the action, ran to the other side of the master, hugged Chen Ye's leg, and rubbed her small head coquettishly.
"Alright, alright, since it's a request from you both, Master can only reluctantly agree."
Chen Ye sighed, secretly pleased.
As expected of him!
However, the two disciples' eyes darkened subtly.
Master is so unfair!
They knew they were just speaking casually... yet he insists on showing off his mastery to bully them!
At this moment,
both Zhiwei and Qing Jun had an unprecedented desire to tear apart the dignity of the man before them known as Master.
In any case,
amidst playful banter along the way, they finally reached their destination.
