In the past, he would always change into casual clothes before going out to avoid being watched.
However, it's not necessary now. Firstly, the disciples are quite conspicuous, so doing all this is completely unnecessary.
Secondly, even if he were to claim to be some important figure, no one would believe him given his attire.
Walking on the street with my disciple, I'm afraid people will mistake me for a young lady's butler or attendant...
Su Cheng waited at the agreed place for a while, but did not see Ye Qinghan and the others.
He simply took out the table and chairs he had prepared beforehand, and as if he were about to tell a story, he wrote the three characters "Lingxian Palace" on a piece of paper, placed it down, and then lay down.
After battling Cang Jue for two days and two nights, it would be a lie to say I wasn't tired.
For most people, this would either be exhausting or cause them to die of fatigue.
A small wooden table, a piece of paper torn from somewhere, with the three characters "Lingxian Palace" written crookedly.
Just like the first time they met, Ye Qinghan spotted that inconspicuous figure at a glance in the crowded throng.
His figure wasn't exactly thin, but he looked rather disheveled.
Like a middle school student whose clothes don't fit properly, playing games at night and dozing off in class during the day.
This was Master's plan. Master disliked noise, and if it weren't for the three of them, Master might not have said more than a few words a day.
But his master said he liked liveliness and enjoyed watching the three of them bickering, saying that Lingxian Palace had become more lively.
Perhaps he sometimes likes excitement and sometimes he likes quiet, but the current master doesn't seem to like the platform that Mount Ling built for him.
If you set up a stage, you have to put on a show. "He who takes a man's money is bound to him, and he who eats another man's food is bound to him"—this saying makes perfect sense.
Su Cheng initially only wanted to get a subsidy, but after Ye Qinghan became his disciple, he learned that the subsidy depended on the size of the sect. Otherwise, how could the sect survive if everyone went to collect the subsidy?
However, if it weren't for this, Su Cheng would have no interest in inheriting the so-called sect.
"Shiyao, Jue'er, Master is over there."
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