Two grown men, having experienced life and death together, are now hugging each other. Thirteen looks so frail; I hope that detestable man doesn't take advantage of him.
Bo Qing had long felt that the little disciple from the Fire Control Sect was giving Thirteen the wrong kind of looks.
That's right; Thirteen is so fair-skinned and tender, even someone like him who doesn't fancy men is moved by his look. Could that sleazy Fire Control Sect disciple be homosexual?
The mere thought threw Bo Qing into utter disarray.
"Old Lady Huo Yan, this person named Wu Zhong, he was brought by you!"
Bo Qing was infuriated. If it weren't for Old Lady Huo Yan bringing this man, Thirteen wouldn't have had such misfortune and fallen into the Nirvana Cauldron.
"Young Sect Master, please don't misunderstand. That man is my disciple but also not really my disciple. What, what did you say that man's name is?" Old Lady Huo Yan was at a loss for words.
