The master, Great Oblivion True Monarch, stood cautiously to the side, humble like a lackey. He had completely become the tea-serving attendant, swiftly refilling cups when he saw they were empty. This left Zhang Yuting feeling both honored and astonished.
The master didn't speak, leaving the disciple in unbearable discomfort. Great Oblivion True Monarch finally couldn't hold back,
"Master, why don't you just beat me up?"
Fan Wubing glanced at him, "I fear dirtying my hands."
"Then just step on me!"
"I'm afraid you'll enjoy it."
Great Oblivion True Monarch said miserably, "Then how should I satisfy Master?"
Fan Wubing squinted and asked, "Then tell me, where did your sister go?"
Great Oblivion True Monarch looked like he wanted to die,
"This disciple is incompetent! I couldn't keep an eye on my sister..."
