Demon Infant's Body

As the moon hung over the night sky, Boss Huang was sitting in a corner in the dining area of the second floor. He sat in his rocking chair with a pot of tea beside him and a plate of fried purple-striped broad beans, enjoying the solitude.

At times, he would look at Tang Ling and monitor the cultivation. His calm gaze revealed his happiness as if he was enjoying his masterpiece and savoring the sweetness of his own work.

"Am I playing this role of a teacher a little too well?" Boss Huang could not help but chuckle silently before he took a sip of tea from the cup.

Life was strange.

Who would have thought that the great Huang Dao would devote his attention to becoming a teacher? He had once been reluctant to accept this role, maybe because his disciple, Tang Ling, did not acknowledge him. The little bastard must have seen through his cover!