Seeing that everyone had arrived, Zheng Xiaofeng hurriedly stood and introduced them to the sect master and elders:
"These two have come from the Heavenly Derivation Sect in Central Province."
The Clearwind Sect's master smiled like a spring breeze. "So you are distinguished disciples of the Heavenly Derivation Sect. What brings you to the Clearwind Sect?"
Chu Xingchen showed no reaction to the sect master's question. His eyes remained fixed on Shangguan Hong.
A trace of embarrassment crossed the sect master's face, and he glanced at Zheng Xiaofeng.
His gaze demanded an answer-what was going on?
Zheng Xiaofeng felt helpless. What the hell was this? This fucking job was impossible. Never mind having to grovel every day before people he couldn't afford to offend; whenever anything happened, it somehow seemed to be his fault.
If I fucking knew everything, would you still get to be sect master?
But however unhappy he was, Zheng Xiaofeng could only step up now.
He put that familiar, humble smile on his face and cautiously asked:
"Do you know Elder Shangguan?"
"Of course. We've met once before." Having finally heard the question he had been waiting for, Chu Xingchen smiled faintly. "I wonder if Elder Shangguan still remembers me?"
Shangguan Hong fell briefly silent before replying, "Of course I do."
He paused, then asked in apparent puzzlement, "But back then, didn't you say you belonged to some Heavenly Dao Alliance in Central Province?"
Resting his chin on his right hand, Chu Xingchen spoke with flippant disdain:
"Oh? From the sound of it, Elder Shangguan, you doubt me?"
"Of course not. It's just..."
Shangguan Hong stopped midsentence, seemingly leaving endless room for speculation.
At this, the sect master looked toward Zheng Xiaofeng again.
His gaze still demanded an answer-what the fuck was going on?
Zheng Xiaofeng