Spar With The Princess [1]

The journey back to Mount Hua was, for the lack of better words, hella awkward and mostly silent.

Well, as silent as it could be.

While we rode the train to go back to the right mountain range, the grandfather and granddaughter duo engaged in hushed conversations.

Since they both were sitting right beside me – the old man to my left and Trish by his side – it was hard to ignore the content of their conversation.

"Grandpa, what are you doing?!" Trish nearly whimpered.

The old man suppressed a chuckle. "What do you mean, angel?"

Trish clenched her fists. "You know what! What do you mean he's going to be my housemate? And you knew about him since I told you after the tournament, so don't pretend you didn't know!"

Ifa Zenith grinned teasingly. "Alright, fine. I wanted to surprise you."

"What do you mean 'surprise'?" Trish began to frantically tap her foot on the train's metal floor.