"He didn't come..."
The woman stepped out of the formation platform, but did not see the one she yearned for day and night. She couldn't help but feel disappointed and sighed softly.
Although she knew the gap in identity was growing day by day, her heart still harbored hope. But now it seemed to be all in vain.
"Why the rush, Hall Master?"
"Come with me!"
Hearing this soft sigh, Ma Wu immediately chuckled, made a reverent prostration, and took the lead going forward.
Cen Qingqing's identity was special — she was the partner of a highly esteemed person in the Daoist School, but it was somewhat awkward and couldn't be clearly stated, leading people to not know exactly how to address her.
In recent years, Cen Qingqing took command of the Soldier Fighting Hall by order, gaining more authority, so Ma Wu and others generally addressed her as Hall Master.
"Sigh..."
