It was as if time itself had frozen over. Ye Shaoqing looked at Tianming with his eyes wide open for a good, long moment.

"Master, why are you looking at me like that? Do you swing that way or something?" Tianming asked.

"Damn it!" Ye Shaoqing shook his head and couldn't help but curse.

"Please don't, I'm not into middle-aged men. You’d better just hail me as your master and get it over with."

"I don't believe it! One more time!" He had only demonstrated it once, yet Tianming had managed to execute it. That simply couldn't happen.

"It's easy no matter how many more times I do it," Tianming said, then his expression grew stern....