"Chen Qi, head to the nearby town today and procure additional supplies for Xuanji School—rice, vegetables, and all necessary provisions. We should have everything prepared before our departure to Red Clouds Peak tomorrow. Make sure to take the list with you!"
"Considering our future task of locating the 101 first-generation disciples, let's focus on getting our preparations in order."
With that, Qiao Mu left behind these words and departed with Mo Lian and the others, leaving the two elderly men bewildered and helpless.
What had just transpired?
They had initially intended to take the opportunity to playfully tease their Second Headmaster, but it seemed that they had dug a hole for themselves and inadvertently fallen right in.
Chen Qi lamented by pounding his chest: The Heavenly Feather!
Lu Zheng's countenance turned ashen: No, my intricate diagram!
