"From now on, you're going to be a protector by your Sect Hierarch's side!" Putting away his excitement, Fang Jueyu gradually calmed down.
"Yes, Master!" Nowadays, Siria didn't dare to entertain any negative thoughts about Fang Jueyu.
"Smack!" Fang Jueyu slapped Siria on the head, and it almost shattered the bones in his hand. "Ouch, that hurt like hell! What's with your rock-hard head?"
"Master, why did you hit me? Did I do something wrong?" Siria asked, both aggrieved and humble.
"Nonsense, I had my reasons for hitting you. From today onward, don't call me Master. It makes me sound like a slave trader."
"Slave trader..." Siria's lips twitched. Although he was essentially a slave trader, where else in the universe could you find someone like him? Was this identity really so disgraceful?
"From today forward, call me Boss!" Fang Jueyu said seriously.
