Loge: "Master—"

After much praise from Loge, Sherry summarized the main points.

"I understand. Your teacher speaks so eloquently, but he's ruthless. Doesn't that make him adept at scheming against people?"

Sherry likes this kind of hypocrite; the saint wouldn't survive here.

Moreover, in chaotic times, the Holy Father should be executed first!

As soon as Sherry finished speaking, Loge stared at her, speechless.

But even faster, Loge seemed to see something and couldn't help coughing violently.

Then, Shirley followed his gaze and turned around, only to see the "master" strolling over leisurely step by step.

With his hair casually tied up and his loose robe, he had quite the air of an otherworldly being.

"Doesn't your teacher look like a sheep dung ball? His face is so shiny?" Shirley couldn't help but whisper to her eldest son.

Log: ...On one side is my mother, on the other side is my master, why is he here?

"Madam, your insight is brilliant!" Qin Wuyang smiled and bowed to Xue Li.

Then he got up and started leisurely fanning himself.

Log looked at him with admiration.

"Um, if I may ask, aren't you cold?" Sherry couldn't help but look at him with a disgusted expression.

Temperatures are particularly low in the north, so people usually wear warm clothing year-round.

How come this person isn't afraid of blowing snot bubbles out of their nose?

Qin Wuyang: ...

Log: Yeah, why?

"Heh, Qin Wuyang thanks you for your guidance, Madam." Qin Wuyang quickly closed his folding fan and bowed again.

"Do you need something from me? Why are you being so polite?" Sherry felt she had guessed correctly.