Xu Hua looked at Xiang Wan with a scrutinizing and displeased gaze, trying to get her attention.
Xiang Wan, however, did not do as he wished. After looking around, she reached out and tugged at Feng Jiutian's sleeve, whispering, "Master, why are they all looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?"
master?
His vain eyes deepened, and a storm raged within him.
Although the Yijing Sect does not prohibit accepting female disciples, very few have been formally accepted as disciples over the centuries, and all of them are women of impeccable character. Now, this woman, who seems excessively beautiful, has appeared here out of nowhere and is calling Qing Jiu "Master." There seems to be something amiss about this.
As for what was wrong, Xu Hua couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"Junior Nephew Qing Jiu, who is this?"
Feng Jiutian had already noticed that Xu Hua was wary of Xiang Wan, but he couldn't tell him directly.
“Feng Ziyan, my newly accepted disciple. Ziyan, this is Elder Xuhua of the Guiyi Hall.”
Feng Jiutian introduced her to him hoping she would bow to him, right?
Sorry, she can't!
"oh!"
Xiang Wan smiled slightly at Xu Hua and turned her head to look elsewhere.
They're all hypocritical scoundrels; why should she bow to them?
He didn't show it on his face, but he was somewhat unhappy inside.
"The disciple that Junior Nephew Qingjiu has taken on must have extraordinary abilities. Immortal Kanyun will be happy for you if he knows this."
"Elder, you flatter me. Ziyan is simple-minded and naive. If she has offended you in any way, I hope Elder Xuhua will forgive her."
When Feng Jiutian spoke politely, he didn't sound like a disciple of Immortal Kan Yun at all.
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