"What is our Supreme Master's name again?"
"Huh?" Feng Chengxue's mouth dropped open, eyes bursting with incredulity, "You dare forget this too! Did you really forget, or are you just pretending..."
"What's his name, why do you talk so much!"
"Oh oh, Supreme Master is just..."
Creak!
The wooden hut's door was swung open.
By the well, Feng Chengxue trembled, kicked the bucket, got up in a start, and turned to bow respectfully:
"Supreme Master!"
Xu Xiaoshou sat on the ground with knees crossed, still chewing on a grass stalk, with a peach blossom stuck in his belt.
He didn't get up, only turned his head to look, smirking as he spoke:
"And you're the Sword..."
Buzz!
He suddenly felt dizzy.
Because at the door of the wooden hut, reflected was the elderly figure, leaning on the Fourth Sword as a cane, holding the Flame Python as a teaching stick, slightly hunched, and under the silver hair, shockingly, was his own aged face!
"Me?!"
