A ripple swept over Qin Shaofeng's body, and his aura suddenly changed dramatically.
Once he put away the long sword he had dragged along the whole way, along with the seemingly battered wine gourd, he instantly appeared before everyone as a refined young nobleman.
The five elders were all dumbfounded.
Even Zhan Cangkong, who had been sitting at the edge, dropped back onto his seat.
It really was him!
No wonder his attitude toward me had felt so strange from the moment we met.
No wonder he possessed such terrifying combat experience despite his young age.
No wonder, no wonder!
"You really had a mask on your face just now?"
"What kind of mask was that? It even fooled the probing of old fellows like us?"
"Shaofeng? You're... that old bastard Wujin Xuan's disciple?"
"No wonder Cai'er is so intimate with you."
The four elders cried out in unison once more.
"Old Six, who are you calling an old bastard?!"
Qin Shaofeng was still smiling wryly when Zhan Cai'er slapped the table and sprang to her feet.
Just moments ago, she had still been calling her Sixth Sister.
In the blink of an eye, she had become Old Six instead.
Even Qin Shaofeng, who was equally displeased by that "old bastard," could not help but smile bitterly.
It seemed his guess had truly been entirely correct.
"Cough, cough. Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue."
Sixth Ancestor Zhan Zu'er shrank back and hurriedly smiled apologetically.
"Hmph!"
Zhan Cai'er snorted. "Since you've all recognized him, there's nothing left to introduce. You're all elders, so decide for yourselves what meeting gifts you ought to give."
The expressions of the five elders turned exceedingly strange.
Second Ancestor Zhan Xiaoyao was still the first to reach into his Space Ring. He took out