Xiao Ruoching stared at Su Bei, her eyes wide with bewilderment. Her lips were pursed tightly as she struggled fiercely, trying to free her small hand from Su Bei's firm grasp.
Naturally, she failed to break free.
Then, she gently bit her lower lip and let out an almost inaudible "HMPH," her struggles slowing.
Su Bei watched his disciple with amusement before releasing her delicate wrist.
Xiao Ruoching shook her wrist, which was somewhat numb from being held. A hint of resentment, unnoticed even by herself, flickered in her eyes as she looked at Su Bei, pouted, and said, "Of course. Whether Master accepts disciples, or whom he accepts, what concern is it of this disciple?"
"Even if Master were to accept all the women of the Red Pavilion as his disciples, this disciple could say nothing."
If this had been a few days prior, such words would certainly never have left her lips.
