"Stop being so long winded." Mo Yujian's low voice resounded through the room. The deep tone and imposing might instantly shut both of them up. Ouyang Xueqing and Hai Feng shared a pitiful glance.
"Brother Jian…" she helplessly tugged on his sleeves.
Hai Feng did not fear to challenge death once again. "Wait, what's up with this 'Brother Jian'? You—" He stared wide eyed, incredulous. "Don't you think that there's something wrong with it?"
Ouyang Xueqing covered her forehead and pretended not to hear. Anyway, it wasn't she who asked for such an address.
Mo Yujian finally turned to look at him, his eyes dark. "Do you have something to say about it?"
"Master…no, I mean," Hai Feng's desire for survival burst forth and he changed his words at the last second. "You are master and disciple—"
"Not anymore."
"...Ah?"