"No need to be polite, no need to be polite. I am Wenren Qingqiu, the Shenglong instructor of Longyan College." The old man waved his hand and introduced himself.
Having said that, he raised his sleeves, looked left and right, pulled them hard a few times, and rubbed them hard a few times.
Everyone looked at him in confusion, not knowing what he was doing.
"Haha, I found it! This is the Longyan College logo, along with the Saint Dragon instructor's logo. Take a good look, and don't accuse me of impostoring you." The old man laughed heartily, his sleeves raised. He was trying to prove his identity to Mu Nan and the others. He seemed quite self-aware; his image had just been less than convincing.
Looking at his sleeves, Mu Hanyan and the others were all frowning.
I saw that the two sleeves were covered with oil, as if they had not been washed for decades. However, when he rubbed them, two lifelike dragon shapes appeared in the oil, looming but very lifelike.
It was said that every student or teacher at Yanlong Academy would have the academy emblem embroidered on their clothes to prove their identity. The difference was that ordinary students and teachers only had one, and it was embroidered on.
However, the Holy Dragon Mentors have two badges, which are condensed from their own cultivation. Not only will they not disappear for thousands of years, but they also have powerful defensive capabilities.
Of course, it is extremely difficult to condense such a dragon-shaped emblem with one's own cultivation. Some Holy Dragon mentors themselves cannot do it, so this dress is passed down from master to apprentice from generation to generation.
Wenren Qingqiu's clothing was enough to prove his identity, but everyone forgot to salute. Strange expressions appeared on their faces, and the same thought arose in their hearts: He is indeed a master, just different from ordinary people. Look, a Holy Dragon robe passed down from generation to generation has been ruined by him like this. Who knows who his apprentice is? He is really unlucky! Who will pass it on to that apprentice in the future? How many days and nights will it take for him to wash it clean?
Of course, this somewhat playful thought quickly vanished from his mind. If he could truly become a disciple of the Holy Dragon Master, they would be willing to wear beggar's clothes, or even run naked, let alone sloppily.
Even if one could become his disciple, not everyone was qualified to wear the Holy Dragon Robe. Only those who inherited his legacy, remained at Longyan College to teach, and had to cultivate sufficient qualifications and strength were eligible to inherit the robe.
No matter how shabby this robe is, it is still the Holy Dragon Robe, a symbol of identity, status and strength.
“Junior greets Senior Wenren…Greetings to Senior Wenren…” Everyone outside the courtyard saluted and bowed respectfully.
"No need to be so polite." Wenren Qingqiu raised his arm and everyone was gently lifted up.
The power may seem small, but it is endless and makes it impossible to resist.
Seeing his strength again, everyone forgot about the robe and looked at Wenren Qingqiu with even more respect.
"I still have something to discuss, please step aside for a moment." Wenren Qingqiu said to the people outside the courtyard with a friendly face.
"Okay, okay, we don't dare to disturb Senior Wenren, we'll leave now." Everyone was moved by the word "please" and left in the blink of an eye.
"You must be the owner of the Nanmu Auction House. You want to buy all these herbs." Wenren Qingqiu then grabbed Mu Nan's hand and asked anxiously.
"Yeah." Mu Nan nodded subconsciously.
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