Soon, the two of them reached the mountain summit.
As far as the eye could see, there were only a few simple wooden huts in the clearing, with nothing else in sight.
At this moment, the others ahead looked curiously at Mo Wangchen.
Half a year ago, the Master had already mentioned that he would come.
They were puzzled, wondering what kind of identity this person had, to be so noteworthy in the eyes of the Master.
How many people like this could possibly exist in the world?
"Strange, our master usually only drinks tea and sleeps, why is he so attentive to you? Brother, what is your name?"
Among the few, a slightly chubby young man walked up to Mo Wangchen, circled around him twice, and asked with great curiosity.
"You must be Shuai Zhen, right?"
Mo Wangchen smiled but did not answer his question. He had heard Lin Feng mention the other senior disciples, among which the fourth senior brother, Shuai Zhen, was a fat man.
