"Come in." Yi Feng remained calm.
Not to mention his formidable Xiantian Grandmaster Realm cultivation, even his status as the presiding elder of the Apothecary Hall meant he had no need to be amiable toward any disciple.
Not even the first Personal Disciple.
What was more, in his heart, Chen Mo's standing had long surpassed Xiang Tianhao's.
One was a mere sixteen years old, with extraordinary combat strength, limitless potential, and a future upper limit beyond sight; the other was a thirty-five-year-old Xiantian Realm cultivator, the sect's first Personal Disciple whose future upper limit was already visible...
Even the True Martial Sect's Sect Master, Xiang Tianhao's master, would know whom to choose if forced to pick one of the two, and whose future was brighter.
From the sect's standpoint, Chen Mo was the best choice.
Not to mention that Chen Mo also shared the bond of master and disciple with Yi Feng.
Yi Feng would not even need to consider it. If conflicts over power and status ever arose among the Personal Disciples, he would definitely stand on Chen Mo's side.
Yi Feng's voice was not loud, yet everyone at the door heard it clearly. He had evidently used some kind of technique.
The door slowly opened. Xun Yi led Xiang Tianhao and the other two into the Alchemy Room. Seeing Chen Mo there as well, he smiled and nodded at him, then subtly gestured toward the two beautiful female disciples with his eyes.
Chen Mo found it somewhat helpless. He had originally thought Xun Yi, who was nearly forty, was an upright gentleman. Who would have thought that this Senior Brother of his had such a mischievous side? Sure enough, men remained youths until the day they died. His gaze then settled on the three of them.
Thinking of