Wu Tian's words irritated both Black Iron Blade and White Crane Control.
"Regardless of which of us becomes your master, the other will certainly be your martial uncle," Black Iron Blade said.
White Crane Control nodded in agreement. The two of them might fight tooth and nail over a disciple, but that didn't mean their years of friendship were so easily shattered. For a long time, there had been only one wooden hut on Sky-Scraping Ridge. They shared the same table and the same bed, forging a bond deeper than most could imagine.
