Qi Xuanxuan's eyes twitched. /Why did she feel like these two seniors were ingratiating themselves with her?/
The little stoic gazed at them apathetically.
Cold and cheerless?
How could Senior Xuanji be described that way?
As she recalled the afterimage of Senior Xuanji she had seen in the secret realm earlier, the little stoic couldn't associate her with the word "cold."
She thought it was more fitting to call her "a clown" or "a chatterbox."
/Since her afterimage could talk so much, it was evident how much of a chatterbox her main body must be./
By this time, Mo Lian and Duan Yue could hear their conversation.
It turned out that these two people were actually Elders of the Xuanji Faction. Even now, they had to acknowledge Qiaoqiao as their sect master.
