"Mm."
Storyteller, who had been standing in midair and preparing to watch the show, suddenly found his legs go weak. His body staggered.
Wen Ming?
If it had been any other name, even that of some young prodigy, Storyteller might not have remembered it deeply, even if he had heard it before.
But...
Wen Ming?
Wasn't that the name his brother had once mentioned, even calling him an exceedingly interesting person?
Storyteller had practically investigated every member of the younger generation in White Cavern, yet he had failed to find the Wen Ming his brother had spoken of.
So Wen Ming was actually Second's disciple? Was that why his brother had found him so interesting? Storyteller suddenly found this turn of events rather absurd.
The person he had searched all over White Cavern for without success had now been handed to him directly by Second! Could this be another Wen Ming?
He was somewhat doubtful, but immediately dismissed the thought.
"Impossible."
"There can't possibly be two Wen Mings in this tiny White Cavern, can there?"
"And one caught Brother's eye, while the other caught Second's?"
"Heh."
The corner of Storyteller's lips twitched as he rolled his eyes. "Who are you trying to fool?"
But no matter what...
Second had a male disciple, and an interesting male disciple at that! "Hee hee, hee."
"Hee hee."
"Wen Ming..."
Yu Zhiwen sank into thought.
A peerless powerhouse like this would not joke around with a little girl like her for no reason.
But she had never even heard of this Wen Ming! Turning her head, Yu Zhiwen looked at Lan Ling.
Yet the confusion in the latter's eyes told Yu Zhiwen without needing to ask that none of the Red Robes knew this person either.
"I see."
She nodded lightly and followed