"Can I take that as a compliment?"
The old man rolled his eyes at her. He couldn't deny it—the brat's beauty was practically unparalleled. He had already predicted she would cause a huge stir on the continent.
"These weren't all people you've mentored, were they?" Ye Qianning asked lazily.
The old man choked, raising his foot to kick her.
But Ye Qianning was prepared. She leaped into the air, her robes fluttering, and landed lightly on the ship's deck. "I was just asking. Why get so mad? Even if you have, I wouldn't hold it against you."
"Get lost, you brat! Right now! Immediately!" The old man felt his chest tighten just looking at her.
"I'm going."
Ye Qianning weighed anchor, and the boat slowly pulled away from the shore.
As the old man watched the boat move, a lump somehow formed in his chest, making it hard to breathe. It was an awful feeling. 'The brat is gone. From now on, the island will be peaceful.'
'I'll have my peace and quiet too. That's good. That's good.'
