Old Nineteenth was fiercely given a good thrashing, causing the Tie Danhua in his arms to chirp wildly.
"Still chirping!"
Luan Zhenfeng, having just regained some masterly authority, threatened, "If you keep chirping, I'll roast you together with that furry one beside you!"
The unwittingly implicated Little Raccoon: What?
Tie Danhua screeched even louder.
Second Senior Brother quickly comforted, "Master, please calm down."
After all, you can't beat any of them.
"Why get angry with Old Nineteenth? You know how he is. We've finally come back to see you, only to bring up unpleasant matters."
Second Senior Brother tightly held his master's hand, wanting to speak his mind.
Luan Zhenfeng was not someone who would always reprimand his own disciples; he coughed lightly twice. "From what you say, it seems Yan Qing is doing well at Dingtian Academy, how's his cultivation going?"
"Junior Brother's cultivation…"
