"..."
Cheng Yuan had never felt his world so silent before.
The name Feng Xiu seemed to have taken away all the sound.
The smile on his face slowly froze, and he looked up in a daze.
He looked like he had been struck by lightning, his brain completely shut down.
"What are you staring at?" Feng Xiu folded his hands behind his back, glanced at him, "Call me Ancestor Master."
At this moment, Cheng Yuan's legs truly went soft.
With a thud, he kneeled to the ground: "An... An... An... Ancestor..."
Cheng Yuan stammered for a long time, unable to complete the title.
Ying Zijin paused, pressing his head, slightly helpless, "You scared him."
Feng Xiu seemed quite relaxed, speaking slowly, "If I don't scare him, he might think he can be my Martial Uncle."
Martial Sister?
Quite a delusion.
"An... An... Ancestor Master!" Cheng Yuan finally managed to say it, wiping off sweat, still trembling, "Master, I swear, I absolutely have no such intention."
