"I-it's Meng Yue Ming who crippled me…" Li Shi Ying lowered her head as she gripped her skirt. Her hands were sweating and her legs were trembling. She didn't show it in her face, but her back was already drenched in cold sweat.
She was already happy that she got a master, but if because she was a cripple she would be abandoned…fine, that's also fine. She just won't be able to learn the martial arts she always wanted to learn.
"Meng Yue Ming? The disciple of that old bastard?" Qiao Mo's eyes widened when he heard who the hell crippled his dear disciple, and it turned out to be the disciple of someone he hated to the bone.
He knew that old bastard had a talented disciple that he would often brag about, but then he didn't expect that very same disciple was the one who crippled his disciple!
Old bastard! He didn't even remember that old man's name but his disciple dared…
