"It's... black?"
Ding Hao looked at the light swirling around Zheng Fan's body with surprise.
"Is black very special, very rare?" Zheng Fan asked.
"Actually… it's quite common."
"Then why are you so shocked?"
"You're joking. You've already progressed, and I, as your teacher, have reached the end of my road. From now on, our teacher-student relationship no longer exists. Naturally, I need to be more polite to you to ensure my continued existence and sustenance."
"Oh, I forgot about that. Now that you're useless, Siniang!"
"At your service."
"Take him away and use him as fertilizer to plant flowers."
He should say, 'once a teacher, always a father,' or something like that, shouldn't he?
"This... This..."
Ding Hao was clearly caught off guard. This time, his shock was genuine, not feigned.
If it were anyone else, he might have laughed it off, considering it a joke. But with this group, Ding Hao had no idea what to expect.
"Just kidding, just kidding."
