Cha Ji looked at Nian Bing with some annoyance. "I'm almost stepping into the coffin, yet you're still deliberately angering me. Do you really wish for me to die even faster?" Although Nian Bing's appearance was infuriating, he faintly felt that his only disciple wasn't truly as he appeared to be right now.
Nian Bing smiled slightly, wrapping his arms around Cha Ji's shoulders, "Alright, Master. Now that we've finally met again, even if you wanted to die, I'm afraid it's not going to happen. With your disciple here, how could I let you die?"
