"Is this what you call respecting your elders?"
Qi Qingshan couldn't help but find it amusing. Seeing Liu Wushuang's awkward predicament, he couldn't hold back a smile.
He had just finished lecturing about honoring one's master, only to be proven wrong moments later.
A resounding slap in the face, at that!
It was utterly absurd.
"Well, you saw him. He was being respectful before, wasn't he?"
Liu Wushuang stared at Qin Yang, momentarily stunned. But he wasn't angry. On the contrary, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
'Having this kind of fire is a good thing!'
'Before I came here, I was worried.'
'I was worried that the Arrow God's death would have crushed his spirit, leaving him dejected and a shadow of his former self.'
'But thank goodness!'
'The boy hasn't changed much. He's still the same as ever.'
"Ahem."
Liu Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief, flicking his sleeves to cover his awkwardness before getting straight to the point.
