Looking at Xia Luyao's puffed-up expression, Lin Beichen couldn't help but laugh out loud. He reached out and gently patted her head, "Our little apprentice is originally mine. Using her to repay a debt is certainly a loss for me."
Xia Luyao's face turned crimson, her heartbeat skipped a few beats, and she glared at him, pretending to be angry as she murmured, "What do you mean 'yours'? Stop talking nonsense."
Even though she tried to suppress it, the smile on her lips betrayed her.
The old Daoist nearby chuckled and interjected, "Exactly, exactly, our captain is Lin Beichen's little apprentice. Using the captain to clear a debt is surely a loss for him."
He deliberately paused, looking as if he was telling a poorly kept secret.
Xia Luyao gave him a stern glance, cleared her throat, and said seriously, "Alright, enough fooling around. Let's get ready for tonight's action."
She nudged Lin Beichen with her elbow, signaling for him to start organizing.
