Martial Uncle Su's alluring and gentle voice drifted over, "Martial Nephew Lin, care to guess why so many of our Chairmen and Elders have gathered here today? Besides celebrating the successful persuasion of the Northern Territory Queen by you and your Master, what other great joyous news might there be?"
"Huh?"
Lin Xiao paused for a moment, glancing at the captivating, curvaceous figure on the stage. "Replying to Martial Uncle Su, I... I have no idea!"
Upon saying this, he promptly looked to his Master beside him.
She sat with her slender, black-stockinged legs crossed, her hand resting on her cheek, her knitted eyebrows suggesting she was just as clueless.
Just then, True Master Ziyun chuckled heartily and asked warmly, "Martial Nephew Lin, are you in search of a Daoist companion?"
What the—!?
You're the Sect Leader! How on earth can you say something like that!?
