"Master Guo, is this your disciple? I'm really envious. All of my disciples are burly men, and you've managed to recruit such a delicate young lady. It's enough to make anyone jealous."
The speaker was a tall middle-aged man. Although he expressed envy, his eyes carried mockery. He had heard early on about the Yin sect and knew that Master Guo possessed extraordinary skills. Who would have thought he'd take on such a young girl as a disciple? The other participants in the martial arts exchange won't be so gentle. When this girl loses badly, who knows how many people will laugh at her?
Seeing this, Guo Ming couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and finally said, "Brother Wu, your disciples indeed can't compare to my little disciple. When we meet at the exchange, you'll see that our Yiyi will truly make you envious."
Hearing Guo Ming's words, Wu Xiu choked, his face turning red with anger.
