"Someone who catches the Saint Master's eye can't be that bad, right? The Saint Master's judgment is naturally excellent!" Sitting next to the white-haired elder was a burly man in a black brocade robe. His voice was very rough, and the smile on his face made him look somewhat simple-minded.
"All of the Saint Master's disciples are formidable, and the youngest is no exception. There's nothing surprising about this!" Said a very beautiful middle-aged woman in a light blue dress, seated to the left of Wen Guiyun, speaking softly.
"Indeed, Saint Master, when will your youngest disciple arrive? Let us all meet her properly!" The man in the red brocade robe, with an open collar and full of charm in his every word and deed, who was sitting to the left of the woman, said with a smile.
"Lan Chi, fix your clothing, don't lead my disciple astray." Wen Guiyun put down the teacup in his hand, looked at the man in red, and said with a slight frown.
