"Master, you're truly impressive. Even the Saintess Fairy throws herself into your arms with a gaze full of unspoken affection. Chenchen may be tall and handsome, too, but why don't any fairies throw themselves at Chenchen? Even if they don't throw themselves at me, they shouldn't call me a little squirt, it's so infuriating!"
Hou Chen's eyes shone with admiration as he looked at his master, and the respect in his heart was like the overflowing waters of the Yellow River, uncontrollable once unleashed.
"Well, a master is a master for a reason, possessing exceptional qualities. Otherwise, why would I be the master and you the disciple?"
Zhou Yan patted Hou Chen on the shoulder, speaking earnestly.
Hou Chen might seem tall, over one meter sixty, but he's actually just a little over six years old. At his age, even if he heard phrases like 'throwing themselves into his arms,' he only understood the literal meaning and didn't grasp the underlying principles.
