Si Yu's shoulders trembled slightly, as if something he had always held dearly was taken from him. He gritted his teeth, feeling an emptiness within.
"Since you are willing to acknowledge me as your master.
"What should you call me now?"
Bai Xiao stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes dark and emotionless.
"Mas... Master..."
Si Yu's eyes flashed with a trace of anger, and he said with a hint of shame.
This action was nothing less than acknowledging a thief as his father!
"Louder, I didn't hear you."
Bai Xiao, still as cold and rigid as a statue, remained unmoved.
"Master!"
Si Yu raised his voice and reluctantly continued.
"Still not enough, louder."
Tears almost flowed from Si Yu's eyes. With his androgynous, pale face, he inexplicably had the look of a weeping young girl. However, in reality, this new generation shadow assassin had hands stained with blood.
He took a deep breath and finally succumbed to Bai Xiao's oppressive power.
"MASTER!!!"
