At the thought, she wanted nothing more than to draw her spear right then and give every one of them a jab in the backside!
But to root out the mastermind behind it all, she forced herself to hold back.
Her gaze swept over the area, and she spotted the elders and disciples who had just disembarked from Li Yuanqiu's Flying Boat obediently lining up at the very back.
Mu Qinglan pushed off on her toes and slipped toward the rear of the disciples' formation.
After all, the veil over her face was an Earth Tier magical artifact. Not only could it block probing Divine Sense, it could also alter her aura to some extent.
As long as no one stared at her from close range, even acquaintances from her sect would never recognize her at a glance!
"At ease!"
"Forward... march!"
"One, two, one! One, two, one..."
Mu Qinglan followed behind the formation, copying their movements.
But after only a few steps, she realized that for a dignified Sect Master like herself to learn such bizarre nonsense from her subordinates was perhaps... a little beneath her.
Still, when she remembered that her sect was on the verge of collapse, her position as Sect Master already existed in name only.
What did face matter anymore?
Whatever happened, she had to infiltrate their ranks first and run that mastermind through with her spear!
So she rose onto her toes again and earnestly copied their movements.
Only, at a time like this, her shapely figure became a burden instead.
Whenever she tried to kick out in that stiff, powerful marching step, her upper body inevitably swayed along.
This left the two female disciples beside her whispering to each other.
"Thank goodness I was a late bloomer!"
Meanwhile, Chun Xiaobai was lying