"Greetings, Master."
The seven of them simultaneously cupped their fists and bowed to Wujin Hun.
"How many times have I told you? No need for so many formalities. Can none of you understand?" Wujin Hun glared at them.
Then he pointed at Qin Shaofeng and said, "This is your Martial Uncle Xuan's disciple, Wujin Shaofeng. Get acquainted with him."
"Qin Shaofeng greets all Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters."
Qin Shaofeng cupped his fists and bowed slightly to everyone.
The moment he spoke, he immediately drew puzzled looks from them all.
Qin Shaofeng?
Hadn't Master said his name was Wujin Shaofeng?
But...
Wasn't this kid's cultivation far too low?
"Although Shaofeng is your Junior Brother, he is too young and his cultivation is too low. For some time to come, he will cultivate at Old Eight's academy. Thus, when he is not on Endless Mountain, he will still be called Qin Shaofeng," Wujin Hun explained.
"So that's how it is."
The woman at the far right smiled. "Junior Brother Shaofeng, when you introduce yourself before outsiders, you can still call yourself Qin Shaofeng. But before people like us, there's no need to be so distant."
"Right, I haven't introduced myself yet. I am your Second Senior Sister, Wujin Ning."
"This is your Third Senior Sister, Wujin Yao; this is your Fourth Senior Brother, Wujin Chenglong; this is your Fifth Senior Brother, Wujin Liao; this is your Seventh Senior Sister, Wujin Meimou; this is your Ninth Senior Brother, Wujin Yan; and this is your Thirteenth Senior Brother, Wujin Chong."
Wujin Ning was clearly someone who could not keep words bottled up.
Although her cultivation was already extraordinarily high and she was likely over a thousand years old, the moment she opened her mouth, she cut off everyone else's words.
"Second Senior Sister,