"Harm a single hair on my disciple's head, and I'll dig up your ancestors' graves!"
The domineering voice boomed, vast and mighty as thunder shaking the heavens. Bai Yunfeng shot forward as a streak of white light, landing in front of Hong Yu.
Wang Jiankun's pupils constricted. "It's you? Your strength..."
"That's right. I've recovered!"
Bai Yunfeng smiled faintly and looked at Hong Yu, his expression turning kind. "My apologies, little one. I'm late."
"Master, you're right on time!"
Hong Yu grinned, letting out a sigh of relief.
Though he had only been Bai Yunfeng's disciple for a few months, the bond between them was already incredibly deep.
A truly heartfelt connection doesn't need a lot of time to grow.
As long as the other person can feel your sincerity, a deep bond can be forged even from a single meeting.
And such was the case for this master and his disciple.
