"No, no, I just want to say hello to the Sect Master."

"Yes, that's right. Sect Master, you have worked hard. Is Senior Brother Gu's injury healed? Congratulations."

…

Yan Huailiu said "oh" and turned to tell Gu Xingyun, "Go wait for me up front. Zhang Zhian, come back."

Gu Xingyun didn't ask any more questions. When he walked to the front, he just heard a few disciples talking in a low voice.

"What's going on? How come you can't even recognize the Sect Master? That was a close call. I almost scolded the wrong person!"

"That's right, don't you think about it? How could Senior Brother Gu hold hands with anyone other than the Sect Master? The Sect Master looks so good in white."

"I was just saying that, didn't you guys recognize me either? Luckily, Junior Brother Zhang didn't curse, otherwise he would have definitely gotten a beating!"

Gu Xingyun almost laughed out loud. Why didn’t he know before that this group of people were so protective of their relationship?

That’s great…

Even if he is gone, his master will probably still hear his name from these people every now and then.

very nice.

Not far away, Zhang Zhian smiled awkwardly, preparing to make a reasonable explanation for his previous behavior.

"Master, this is all a mistake..."

"I heard that you are responsible for mailing the letters within the sect?"

Yan Huailiu interrupted him.

Zhang Zhian nodded quickly: "Yes, Senior Brother Ling gave this task to Senior Brother Lu Jiu and me before he left the mountain."

"Is that so?" Yan Huailiu took out a small bag from his arms and placed it in Zhang Zhian's hand. "Please help me mail these out."

Zhang Zhian opened the bag and took a look: "So many? Sect Master, when will it be sent?"

"Let's do it today." Yan Huailiu raised his hand and rubbed his head: "Thank you, you've worked hard."