At the sight of Aunt Xue's outstanding bearing, Zhang Lan could not tear his eyes away.
Mo Hua looked at him with even more disdain.
Zhang Lan coughed, straightened his appearance, looked at Aunt Xue, and said with a solemn face that nevertheless carried a bit of fawning, "I am Zhang Lan. Might I ask this fellow cultivator..."
Aunt Xue did not even acknowledge him. She said directly to Mo Hua, "Mo Hua, we'll wait for you up ahead." With that, she took Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi away, leaving Zhang Lan standing there in a daze, that trace of fawning still frozen on his face.
The look Mo Hua gave Zhang Lan turned somewhat sympathetic. He wanted to pat Zhang Lan on the shoulder, but he was not tall enough and could not reach, so he could only make do by patting his waist and saying, "People always go through setbacks, Uncle Zhang. Try to take it in stride..."
Those comforting words, spoken in his childish voice, did not provide the tiniest bit of comfort.
Zhang Lan still could not understand it. "My looks aren't bad, my cultivation isn't low, and every movement I make has the etiquette and bearing of a noble clan disciple. Why wasn't she willing to say a single word to me?"
Although Mo Hua could not stand this narcissistic look of his, he felt what he said did make some sense.
"Maybe Aunt Xue also heard your name as 'scumbag man,' so she avoided you like the plague? Why don't you try changing your name?" Mo Hua suggested.
Zhang Lan looked at Mo Hua, his face full of speechlessness.
Mo Hua comforted him a few more times, and only then did Zhang Lan stop taking what had just happened to heart. After they exchanged