Lin Qiubai's cold voice echoed in his ears.
Even after being scolded thoroughly, Wan Haihao remained unfazed.
He had gradually become accustomed to his way of speaking.
Despite Lin Qiubai's seemingly aloof demeanor, in reality, he was using a unique way to show his care.
Wan Haihao was sure he wasn't just imagining it!
This conclusion was reached after careful consideration and reflection.
The eyes are the windows to the soul.
While a look might deceive, the pride of the Seven Vortex Sword Master made Lin Qiubai disdain any form of artifice.
After two days of instruction, Wan Haihao had a vague feeling…
Though Lin Qiubai's attitude wasn't pleasant, he had completely given up on the idea of possessing him.
Moreover, Lin Qiubai was very responsible.
No matter his tone and expression, at least he didn't refuse to answer any of the students' questions.
With that in mind, Wan Haihao's gaze fell onto the long sword resting on his knee, his focus gradually narrowing.
