Ordinary

Zhou Leng and the others walked out the gate and looked at the women standing outside.

Each one was more obedient and reserved than the last. Even Zhao Nandi wore a smile as she lowered her head, bowed, and said, "Hello, Grandpa Li. Hello, Grandpa Ten Extremes—"

She greeted them one by one.

The others behind her all lowered their heads and bowed.

Most of the elders beside Zhou Leng smiled, while several wore calm yet stern expressions.

Many among them were distant relatives, subordinates' family members, or disciples' family members.

They understood what was going on at a glance. But most of them did not interfere in the affairs of juniors or Lineages. They were all preparing for the final battle, so they could not be bothered to say anything.

Li Tianyuan smiled. "You young people should spend more time together. We old men will leave Zhou Leng to you."

The Martial Saints turned and left. The women bowed again and bid them farewell with utmost respect.

They remained standing there until the elders had gotten into their cars one after another and driven away, or vanished from sight. No one dared speak.

"Nandi," Zhou Leng said.

Only then did the others let out a breath of relief.

They looked at Zhou Leng, their expressions faintly carrying the same awe they had shown the Martial Saints. No matter how hard they tried, they could not hide it.

They knew all too well how their fathers and even grandfathers behaved before those Martial Saints.

Zhao Nandi swept her gaze over them and joked half-seriously, "What's wrong? He's right in front of you, and you don't dare ask for his Wuxin?"

Everyone laughed awkwardly.

Zhou Leng immediately understood. He had the Demon Brain project his Wuxin QR code and said, "Since