Wang Pengfei had originally been somewhat polite toward Xiao Yanfei, but when he heard this, his face instantly sank. "Brother Xiao, even my parents can't control me. You still think you can control my freedom?"
Xiao Yanfei felt a headache coming on.
Their master was actually quite reasonable, and he cherished his disciples very much. At the very least, he had never let them suffer grievances outside. Compared to the disciples of the other branches of the Shang Qing Sect, the disciples of Tianzhu Peak were fortunate.
But their mistress's temperament was much more extreme, especially having given birth to a son like Wang Pengfei, whose morals were rotten and who feared neither heaven nor earth.
He couldn't even remember how many times he'd had to clean up after this little junior brother's messes.
He had even taken the blame for this little junior brother several times and been punished by the Sect Leader uncle because of it.
