“Mas-Mas-Master?!” Prince Chen could barely speak properly with his stiffened tongue. His eyeballs popped out as he watched Zhang Ping prostrating in front of Huang Xiaolong. ‘Isn’t this punk just a Barbarian God Sect’s inner sect disciple? Why? Why is it like this? Why?!’

Then, he heard Luo Ding’s stupefied voice, “Master, you, have you mistaken him for someone else?” He looked at Zhang Ping in confusion and doubt. ‘Master, what Master? Is this young man his Master’s Master?’ He had never heard his Master mention this before.

Zhang Ping’s horror intensified at Luo Ding’s words, and he panicked further. His face went deathly pale as he kowtowed repeatedly at Huang Xiaolong, “Master, this slave did not teach his disciple well, thus he has offended Master. Please spare me, Master, please have mercy ah.” That attitude was portraying Huang Xiaolong as some terrifying...