"Did you really take on an apprentice?"
It took a while for Zhao Yang and the other two to digest the fact, but the way they looked at Ying Yue was somewhat strange.
So young, and taking a beautiful girl as an apprentice—it really set people's imaginations running wild.
Especially Zhao Huahua, whose gaze upon Ying Yue was filled with contempt. It was clear she believed that all this apprentice talk was just an excuse, a pretense for getting close to beautiful women, much like the contemporary phenomenon of 'godfathers' and 'goddaughters'.
"He's definitely a pervert, never changing his lecherous ways. He already has a cousin and he's still not satisfied. Humph, I must tell her to be on guard early on!"
Zhao Huahua huffed softly, muttering under her breath.
Her voice was low, but Ying Yue, with his acute hearing, couldn't help but roll his eyes. Yet he didn't bother arguing with her—those who are clear are clear, and those who are murky are murky, so why bother explaining to her?
