บท 200: Petty Master-In-Law

As they talked Zheng Meng silently stood on his spot. The two were treating him like an air.

{Well, I should be proud of my disciple's charm! She already charmed this boy even with her mask on. And this boy doesn't seem to have any ill thoughts. He must be innocent as 'he' said. Both my disciple and him are alike. I think we can cancel that plan with that pill waster...} He thought while hearing their conversation. {However...}

While Yuan's eyes were still on the door, Zheng Meng was feeling quite irritated as he felt annoyed by being ignored by both his disciple and Yuan.

{You still shouldn't fancy my disciple!}

Swish!

Yuan suddenly lifted his left hand and held the alchemist's hand which was right above his head. It seemed he was about to smack him.

"..."

An awkward silence descended between them.

"Sorry, it was out of reflex," Yuan spoke first.