"Oh." Ming Xuan shook his hand away in disgust. "The elders told us to be more friendly to you. What? Are you dissatisfied with us?"
"Yes. Isn't there a saying that goes like this?" Mu Chongxi counted on his fingers, "Friends coming from afar must be killed even though they are far away?" Something seems strange?
Zhu You smiled and said, "Thank you. You wanted to kill us so early in the morning."
There was nothing much to talk about with this group of people. They were already accustomed to Chang Mingzong's occasional tantrums, so they entered the venue one after another without saying anything more.
The five-member welcoming group standing at the sect gate met several familiar faces. After Yueqing Sect's entry, Mingxuan deliberately stopped Mingyi.
He heard that Yun Hen was planning to accept Ming Yi as his disciple.
The vacant position of direct disciple had never been filled. Mingyi proved herself very well during the trip to Bibo City, so it was not surprising that Song Hansheng and Zhai Chen, the direct disciples, would recommend her.
"Congratulations on becoming a direct disciple." Ming Xuan hesitated for a few seconds and asked, "Are you used to staying in Yueqing Sect?"
Mingyi was at a loss for a few seconds, then nodded: "It's OK, there's a lot of homework, and I like this atmosphere very much."
She enjoyed that feeling very much, and being a direct disciple was not as difficult to get along with as she had imagined. As long as one had decent talent and did not hold back, one would be easily accepted.
"What about you?" Mingyi looked at the people in Changming Sect.
Mu Chongxi: "You actually still do homework? Like us, we never do homework."
Zhou Xingyun was even more confused: "Our sect actually still has homework?"
Ming Yi: “…Excuse me.”
She quickened her pace and moved away from Chang Mingzong behind her, catching up with the large group in front.
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