A certain disciple hugged Brother Cheng's leg tightly.
"I'm confessing, actually I've admired the Sect Leader for a long time..."
Yin Xiaoxue stomped on his face and kicked him away.
"Get lost! The Sect Leader is mine!"
"Um..."
Ji Linghan, who had been quietly watching them, cleared her throat and sweetly smiled.
"Junior Brother Lang, Junior Sister Yin, some words should not be spoken carelessly."
Her voice was still soft, but her calm eyes inexplicably held a hint of menace, making Brother Cheng feel a bit of danger.
The disciples felt a chill all over, and Yin Xiaoxue quickly released her hands from Jiang Cheng's neck.
She also let go of her legs and got down to the ground from him.
"Uh, Senior Sister, please, please..."
Joking aside, the disciples' admiration and worship of him grew daily, which was a fact.
No choice, his power had already surpassed their imagination.
