What was grandeur?
This was grandeur!
The three Vice Hall Masters of [Ancient Hall], along with nearly a hundred members, regardless of race or status, whether sincere or feigning it, all bowed to welcome her at this moment!
Li Qingshan smacked his lips and consciously shifted a step to the side, yielding the spot.
Shengyin stepped forward with a faint smile. Her gaze swept over the respectful figures, and she gently shook her head.
"I withdrew from [Ancient Hall] long ago. How can I still be called Hall Master? You need not stand on such ceremony. Just call me by my name."
"Hall Master Sheng is too modest!"
Lang Yu strode forward and walked straight to Shengyin's side, squeezing... but unable to squeeze in!
Seeing the young man remain utterly still as he looked at him in surprise, Lang Yu naturally did not dare resort to force under Shengyin's nose and could only move to the other side.
"Hall Master Sheng is one of the founders of [Ancient Hall]. Under the watchful eyes of the gods, she built this shelter. We have received her favor and have always borne it in our hearts..."
The middle-aged man spoke like a rushing river, his smile never fading. Before he knew it, he had even begun to look fawning, turning that face, which ought to have been refined and elegant, into the very image of a...
Bootlicker?
Li Qingshan stared blankly at the scene, his gaze particularly strange.
The middle-aged man had come down from beside Yi Xing and Heaven's Mandate. Li Qingshan could naturally recognize him as the final Vice Hall Master—Lang Yu.
But even if he were beaten to death, he would never have imagined that Lang Yu, whom Yi Xing had solemnly cautioned him about again and again, would be