The incredibly respectful and fawning way the Heaven-Slaying Demon Sword Saint Soul groveled before Ye Tianling left Wan Jimie and Que De utterly dumbfounded.
Their movements stiffened as they descended. They both stumbled upon landing, nearly losing their footing.
"Wh-wh-what is going on?"
Que De's beady, rat-like eyes widened, the small tufts of his mustache twitching furiously on his cheeks. The sight was utterly comical.
"How the hell should I know? It has to be a hallucination! Dammit, I've been so stressed out over this Ye Tianling business that I'm seeing things every day."
Wan Jimie said resentfully.
A bitter taste filled his mouth. Ever since Ye Tianling had shown up, even though he was also her Master, the way Ancient Fairy treated him compared to Ye Tianling were two completely different things.
The sense of disappointment in his heart was indescribable.
