Ming Xin noticed the incredulous expressions of those Central Plains people, yet his face remained as impassive as always, secretly delighted inside.
How could he be an ordinary disciple? He was Elder Li’s most favored young disciple, also the most talented among his brothers.
Hearing that soone from the Central Plains had arrived, Elder Li kicked him straight out to welco... oh no, it’s to receive the guests.
Elder Li secretly told him: Those people from the Central Plains Martial World love to put on airs.
Pretend to be good, pretend to be gentlemanly, pretend to be noble.
"When necessary, you should pretend too!"
That’s what Elder Li told him, and he trusted this young disciple the most.
In terms of cunning, this brat, even at his age, was more than a match for the old fox himself.
Ming Xin put down the whip in his hand and calmly said, "Everyone, please enter the hall; the Sect Hierarch awaits."
His words showed not the slightest regard for Cheng Mingyue’s earlier whipping.
Cheng Mingyue was furious, her face turning blue, yet Mu Qingfeng glanced at her and halted her further troublemaking.
"Let’s go."
Seeing Cheng Mingyue still rooted to the spot, Mu Qingfeng’s voice turned stern, "Ming Yue, are you even going to disobey your master’s words now?"
Mu Qingfeng, as a master, still held sway over Cheng Mingyue’s heart. Her lips were bitten blood-red by herself, stamping her foot hard as she followed her master into the hall.
In the vast empty hall, two people were seated at the mont.
A woman in purple sat at the upper left, resting her head while watching the other’s actions.
The other was a man in a teal robe, who was earnestly making tea.
Both were so focused, it seed as if they hadn’t noticed the group that entered the hall.
As soon as Cheng Mingyue entered, her whole attention was captured by the man in green, "Senior Brother!"
Zhu Yue slowly filled Gu Shengyin’s cup, then put down the teapot in his hand.
He looked slightly puzzled at the beautiful woman who had removed her veiled hat, "Miss, were you calling ?"
Though Gu Shengyin never hid his identity and had ntioned having a formidable one.
Zhu Yue, who had no mory whatsoever, didn’t recall any of this.
As soon as he spoke, the martial artists who had co with him were in an uproar, even the master Mu Qingfeng frowned.
Gu Shengyin picked up the teacup, gently sniffed it, and then smiled, saying, "Indeed, she was calling you."
With her words, Cheng Mingyue’s gaze finally landed on Gu Shengyin.
With just one glance, her pupils contracted.
Cheng Mingyue had always been proud of her beauty, and indeed she had the right to be: her looks beca more beautiful as she aged, unmatched in the Central Plains Martial World.
She was undeniably the top beauty of the Central Plains Martial World.
Which wasn’t wrong because Wu Yeli was not from the Central Plains.
If Wu Yeli were from the Central Plains, the title of the Central Plains Martial World’s top beauty certainly wouldn’t have fallen to Cheng Mingyue.
And this was the first ti she had seen such a strikingly beautiful woman.
This woman, her facial features, her posture, her idle smile at the corner of her mouth—everything exuded a breathtaking charm.
To n, it was simply an irresistible allure.
Seated here, there could only be one identity for her—the Demon Sect Leader, Wu Yeli.
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