“Sure, then I have to become the prime disciple for Ling’er’s sake.” Li Tianming puffed up his chest.

“I believe you,” Jiang Feiling said sweetly.

Jiang Qingluan snorted. “Believe what? In your ability to brag? If you, a farmer, does somehow become the prime disciple, I won’t stop you from meeting Ling’er anymore.”

“Really?” Li Tianming said excitedly.

“‘If’ being the operative word.”

Li Tianming chuckled. “Alright, watch and learn.” 

“Hmph, we’ll see.” Before tens of thousands of people, the grand Princess Qing deigned to spit on the ground to show...