"If a tea master friend of mine is truly excellent, I would like Emei to accept him as a disciple, but I don't know where the younger generation is now, so I would like Ye Xianren to show me."
I almost lost my temper. Fortunately, at the right time, Emei opened the clouds, resolving an almost complete tragedy as well.
"It's not your disciple who delivered it in person, but not Emei's disciple either."
He looked toward the clouds, Feng Sheng turned around, nodded, and ran along the mountain path in the blood mist.
Qingyun's phrase "parting ways" broke something. Knowing that ancients exist in the long-standing sect language is not surprising. So Ye Fengsheng decided to entrust Lin Dongqing to Qingyun.
