"Elder Fu~"
"This junior has come to welcome you~"
"It has been many years since we last met. Your elegance remains undiminished as ever~"
Standing at the very front of her many fine disciples,
Yuan Yujun forced out two awkward laughs as she looked at Fu Mengxue, who was coldly staring at her from not far away, then rubbed her hands together and took the initiative to greet her.
There was no helping it.
Not only was the other party far stronger than her, her seniority was also vastly greater than hers—and not merely by one or two generations. What could she do?
She could do absolutely nothing...
It was absolute suppression in both status and strength!!
Hearing her take the initiative to greet her,
although Fu Mengxue wanted to spank the other party's backside, considering that she was, after all, the Pavilion Master of the [Branch], she chose to leave her some face.
At the very least, in front of the many disciples, that was how it would be.
Thus, she answered coldly:
"Mm."
"You've troubled yourself."
As for how she would deal with her later, when they were alone?
Hmph, young people just needed to be taught a lesson!!
If she did not spank Yuan Yujun's backside until it swelled on the spot, then Yuan Yujun could count herself accomplished in cultivation!!
Faced with Fu Mengxue's cold and heartless reply, as well as that look in her eyes that said, You're dead later!, Yuan Yujun did not know exactly how the other party planned to deal with her, but she instinctively sensed that things had gone terribly wrong. Her heart was immediately filled with boundless grief.
Damn it...
This old woman was definitely going to deal with me harshly—
"I clearly feel like I didn't do anything wrong...