The gentle voice of the young girl echoed in his ears.
Li Muyang looked at the girl, whose demeanor resembled that of Little Wild Grass, squinting as he spoke: "I know why Zhi Wei accepted you as her disciple. You're exactly the same as her when she was young."
The girl beamed sweetly and replied, "Thank you for the compliment, Grandmaster."
Being praised for her resemblance to her master made her immensely happy.
Li Muyang, however, continued to scrutinize her, squinting slightly: "Even that insufferable beaten-up expression—it's identical."
Li Muyang's comment made the girl freeze for a moment. "Eh?"
She clearly hadn't expected Li Muyang to say such a thing.
Faced with the startled girl, Li Muyang sneered coldly and said, "Your master didn't dare act out in front of me back then. Do you think you're stronger than her? Do you think a few words can scare me off?"
Behind Li Muyang, the massive fox was pinned tightly to the ground, incapable of movement.
