Fang Che hesitated: "Disciple... disciple..."
"Your martial uncle definitely won't be stingy!" Sikong Ye said, "Especially right now!"
The Heavenly King Flute was so mad his lungs were about to explode.
"Sikong Ye! You really fucking treat our sect like some loving daddy and filial sons, huh, you even brought your Disciple over to demand a Meeting Gift? Believe it or not, this martial uncle will slap you until your roots are gone!"
Sikong Ye said indifferently, "Suit yourself. You don't have to give it, and you can slap my roots off if you like. That's all your business."
The Heavenly King Flute almost picked up the mountain under his feet to smash it onto Sikong Ye's head!
This bastard was too infuriating.
And the timing was perfect. Before the first night's spar, he brought his Disciple over.
If you want the inheritance, you have to spar with me.
I brought my Disciple, asking you for a Meeting Gift is only natural.
