C13 (2/2)

”Hey, Zhang Shaowu, you know quite a lot? The friend that you're talking about is that girl right? If you have anything to say, come in and then talk. Don't disturb Master's peace and quiet. ”

Following the voice, I saw a very enchanting looking man. He was dressed in a casual t-shirt hanging loosely from his body, and his scarred face, high nose bridge, and thin lips made me drool. His devilish peach blossom eyes shot me a coquettish look, causing me to shiver all over.

How can this person be so monstrous, causing me to almost drool at him. This time, I let him see me act like this, it's so embarrassing.

After entering the room, I looked around the room. In the main hall, there was a tablet with ”Spirit Master Wu Long” written on it.

He should be Wu Qi's master, right? Wu Long's appearance in the photo was pretty much the same as what I imagined, wearing a yellow robe with Tai Ji imprinted on it.

In short, it was very comfortable for others to see, unlike the other cultivators, whose first impression was that Wu Qi's master was a professional swindler. Wu Qi's master gave people a different feeling, it was a very comfortable feeling.

”What do you want to drink?” Hearing that someone was talking to me, I turned around and asked Wu Qi while holding a glass cup.

”Ah, anything.” I was embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

”Zhang Shaowu has told me everything about your situation, I will do my best to help you, in a while we will discuss our plans to deal with him.”

”Mm. Alright.” Looking at Wu Qi's back as he went to pour the water, I became a little absent-minded. Why would such a good-looking evildoer man choose to come to the daoist school? He could have just relied on his looks to survive.

Just as I was staring at his back blankly, an elderly voice sounded in my ear. ”Child, are you satisfied with my disciple?”

”Yeah, it does look good.” is in the living room, and he would not use such a tone to talk to me. Wu Qi is right in front of me, helping me pour the water, so, who is the one who is talking?

I slowly turned my head towards the direction of the voice, feeling a bit stiff. As expected, I saw an old face. And I seem to have seen it somewhere before?

Suddenly I felt my head explode. Isn't that the face in the photo on the memorial? is Wu Qi's master! Wu Long!

Seeing my panic-stricken expression, Wu Long stroked his non-existent, pale beard and slowly said, ”Child, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you.”