Chapter 415: The Young Master (2/2)

Wang tong jumped out of his seat as fire burst out of his mouth.

The four Templar looked at each other and did not know what to make of the idea that their young master was planning to turn down Valhalla. If it came to that point, they figured, there was nothing they could do to prevent that.

Being Wang Tong's most intimate friend, Ma Xiaoru knew Wang Tong's joy, although it might have come out the wrong way.

”Please don't mind him. Wang Tong and your grand master know each other almost too well.”

”Whatever you say, young master. We will follow your order.” The four Templars bowed to Wang Tong with a measure of respect. The Templars were as brainwashed as the lunatics in the Divine Master sect.

”Ok, ok...But I need to finish my fight with Patroclus first. Can we talk later?”

”Yes, master!” The four answered together and filed out of the room.

After everyone had left Wang Tong's room, he cast a helpless glance at Ma Xiaoru and lamented, ”What the heck just happened?” A mixture of happiness and anger roiled inside him. He wondered if Old Fart knew how difficult he had made his life by leaving him alone.

Ma Xiaoru hugged Wang Tong from behind, pressing her chest against his iron back, ”I understand how you feel. Nothing can compare to the feeling of being reconnected with family.”

Wang Tong enjoyed Ma Xiaoru's fragrant embrace and took a deep sigh. Deep down, he never blamed Old Fart.

”Maybe, he left you alone as a test. Look at you now.” Ma Xiaoru said as a sense of pride rose inside her.

”Thank you, babe. I would never have thought that he was the grand master of the Templars! He was greedy, greasy, and ... stupid!”

”Well, not everyone has to be like you. Plus, he had looked after you for so many years, and that was not a minor achievement either.”

”Please, it had always been the other way around. He still owes me lots of money.”

”Fine, fine, let's talk about something else.” Ma Xiaoru said, and then kissed Wang Tong's forehead.

”What do you want to talk about?” Wang Tong asked and shifted his gaze to Ma Xiaoru's bosom.

”Whatever you want.” Ma Xiaoru blushed as she had noticed Wang Tong's stare.

Inside a meeting room of house Ma, Ma Dutian was talking to an old gentleman.

”Grandmaster, I bet you had waited long enough for this moment.”

”It was nothing. I need to thank you for your protection of the child.”

”Haha, he is going to be my son in law. Of course, I need to look after him. On another note, what brings you here today?”