"Xiao Tian, this is..."
Once they had met, the old woman looked at Lin Mu, a trace of wariness in her turbid eyes.
"Amu, this is my Master." Li Xiaotian lowered his head, not daring to look at the old woman.
Master?
The old woman's expression changed drastically, as did those of the Bai Miao Village elders behind her.
"Xiao Tian, how could you take an outsider as your Master? Have you forgotten the ancestral teachings?" The old woman's walking stick thudded heavily on the ground.
"Amu, please hear me out."
