"Hello, junior sister. I'm Zhao Yuan, a True Disciple of the sect. My master is a first-rank sect elder..."
Zhao Yuan spoke with a broad smile, his words brimming with confidence and pride.
"Junior sisters, I'm Xu Bai, a True Disciple of the sect. My master is also an important figure in the sect..."
Xu Bai immediately followed, likewise sparing no effort to flaunt his status.
"Hello, junior sisters. I'm a Personal Disciple of the sect..."
Another disciple spoke up, his voice full of arrogance.
"..."
And so, seven True Disciples and nine Personal Disciples bypassed Ming Hao and began fawning over Lin Zihan and Lin Qinqin behind him.
Helplessness showed on Lin Zihan's and Lin Qinqin's faces. They were clearly uncomfortable with the situation, but still offered a polite response:
"Greetings, senior brothers."
Ming Hao's expression, however, remained unusually calm. He quietly watched Su Mei giggling off to the side, seemingly pondering something.
The dozen or so True Disciples and Personal Disciples failed to notice anything unusual about Ming Hao. They kept prattling on, eagerly displaying their strength and standing.
Their eyes shamelessly swept back and forth over Lin Zihan's and Lin Qinqin's voluptuous figures, as though trying to see right through them.
Everyone felt anger stir at the sight.
After all, the True Disciples and Personal Disciples' rudeness was simply unbearable.
Unfortunately, their opponents were powerful, while they were merely Inner Disciples and no match for them. A casual blow would probably be enough to bring them down.
As Lin Zihan's and Lin Qinqin's patience gradually wore thin, Zhao Yuan and the others kept prattling on, even pushing their luck by moving closer.
In an instant, the atmosphere turned unnervingly strange.
"Senior Sister Su, are you really going to let your friends do whatever they please?"