“How domineering, how wild. Junior apprentice-sister, this Long Chen of yours really is a dragon amongst man. He has a special manly flavor,” said one of Tang Wan-er’s senior apprentice-sisters.

“It doesn’t seem like he’s doing so well though. Look at his rotten clothes…” A senior apprentice-brother pointed at Long Chen’s clothes.

However, when those worn-down, patched clothes were pointed out, Tang Wan-er wept, causing her fellow disciples to jump.

“That’s junior apprentice-sister’s love. You can’t use rotten to describe him… It’s uh… being thrifty! If you don’t understand, don’t talk!” Seeing Tang Wan-er cry, the other disciples hastily tried...