After returning to the inn, Li Qiye looked at Su Yonghuang and asked: “Why did that kid ambush you?”

“What is this ‘you’?” She angrily glared at him and reminded: “I’m your master so be good and call me master, don’t lose your sense of propriety.”

This beauty was indeed an elegant noble. As the descendant of an Immortal Emperor, her aura was dignified and stately. When she glared at him like this, there was a special style worthy of savoring.

“Okay, I know you are indeed my master by luck.” He smiled: “Even though I can give you some good stuff for being my master, don’t always take advantage of me.”

“You!” Her teeth were itching from anger, and she didn’t let up her merciless glare. Before Li Qiye, she didn’t look like an imposing master at all.

It was more accurate to say that Li Qiye was her master. Despite being his...