Xia Xing's expression changed involuntarily.
"Master, Feng San and I have no relationship."
"Have you forgotten what you promised me when I first accepted you as my disciple?"
Xia Bingxin's gaze was cold as she looked at Xia Xing.
Xia Xing, this disciple, had always satisfied her, both in appearance and talent; Xia Xing was a rare find in the world.
After waiting for many years, Xia Bingxin finally found such a disciple; she had decided to regard Xia Xing as her successor, to inherit her mantle.
But recently, Xia Xing had been acting somewhat abnormally, especially after getting involved with the Phoenix Chamber of Commerce; Xia Xing's attitude towards Feng San was clearly different.
She had long warned Xia Xing not to care about anything other than cultivation, yet Xia Xing kept getting distracted, particularly after returning from the Competition Among Ten Countries; she seemed slightly absent-minded—Xia Bingxin sharply captured these changes.
