Sword Saint Supreme

"Master, why did you take me in?" Ye Qi asked his rogue of a master, a scruffy old man who looked shifty-eyed and ratlike.

"Because I felt like it! You used to be so cold and aloof. If living like a rogue is the happiest way to live, why stay so icy? Don't you think that's no fun at all? I couldn't stand that pathetic look on your face, so I took you in. If you didn't have that awful mug, you could beg me all you want and I still wouldn't take you as my disciple!"

"Yeah, right, Master. Keep bragging. Who'd want to be your disciple looking like that? With my talent, countless Sword Emperor powerhouses would be eager to take me in. Master, those are Sword Emperors! How could they compare to a washed-up old man like you, who's only at Sword Saint level? It's all your fault I boarded the wrong ship back then. Now there's no way off! The whole world is hunting the two of us down. Master, you've made my life miserable. It'd be so much better if they were only after you!"

"You little brat, I'll teach you a lesson! You..."

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