"Hehe!" Zhang Chengwu leapt out immediately. "That is right! Our Pavilion Master Qin is now a Core Disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect!"
"And I am the attendant of a Core Disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect! Tsk! Cool, right?"
"Ah?!"
And the disciples of the Myriad Sword Pavilion turned red-faced at the mere utterance of these words. The logic was sound and the facts were undeniable, but why was this guy so insufferably proud of it?
"Pavilion Master Qin?" Bai Ming was perplexed. "What is that? Am I a deputy now?"
But in the next second, the reality of the situation dawning on Bai Ming was like a physical punch. "Holy crap! A... a Core Disciple?!" His voice had begun to stutter in fear.
"Why so shocked?" Qin Mu asked, obviously confused. "Are you one too?"
