"What's going on?"
Though the other Mystic Masters were a bit shocked, their professional instincts kicked in, and they all drew their weapons, facing the Gong Ming and Gong Yue brothers.
"Young Master, originally, I thought I could hide it from you for a few more days. It seems we are not destined to be master and disciple." Gong Yue sneered, holding his head with his hands.
In an instant, the soft, drooping tuft of hair on his head stood erect, a long knife appeared in his palm, and a short knife was tucked into his waist.
At the same time, Gong Ming shook his ears, and a string of blue-violet light points flew out from the ear canal, forming a ferocious little human shape mid-air.
"Ear person? Young Master, you called me Master for a few days, and yet you use such a thing against your disciple."
As Gong Ming spoke, his expression turned ferocious, his hair stood up, and two long knives appeared in his hands.
