The night deepened, and Qin Ming was taken aback. This disciple actually brought him water to wash his feet. For someone at their level, their body remains unsullied by dust; such washing is unnecessary. This was a gesture of respect from the other party.
"No need for this." He waved his hand.
Wu Yaizu was extremely envious. With just a casual remark, Brother Ming gained a disciple who was ethereal and like an immortal.
He pondered if he should also make a show of attitude and take on an immortal disciple.
"What is Su Mohua doing?" The girl choosing to approach Chunyangzi muttered to herself.
Almost at the same time, the young man who was very close to He Yuan was full of doubt and even talked to He Yuan, wanting to understand the origins of that Qin Ming.
A group of top talents with aspirations like "sun and moon" held a negative attitude towards Su Mohua, not understanding her.
