"Eat up."
Chen Ye picked up his chopsticks and placed a rib on each of his three disciples' plates, smiling slightly,
"Eat your fill, only then will you have the strength to give those geniuses a proper lesson in the Luoxiao Grotto Heaven."
"Mhm mhm!"
The little girl couldn't wait for her master's offering; she eagerly braced her little hands on the table, leaning forward to bite onto her master's chopsticks.
What a gluttonous little girl!
Chen Ye was helpless.
He always had some worry—Qing Jun was too confident, fearless of anything, and he feared Qing Jun would suffer a setback due to carelessness.
Fortunately.
This time, Zhiwei would accompany her, and Chen Ye was quite reassured by Zhiwei's presence.
He looked at his eldest disciple and was instantly taken aback.
The black-haired girl was solemn, speaking firmly, "Master, rest assured! I will surely live up to your expectations and not bring shame to your name!"
"Uh... that's not necessary, safety first."
