The old man sitting behind the admissions desk slowly raised his eyelids and shot a dignified gaze at Mu Qingling. She was not even a Spirit Master. Wasn't this a waste of his time? Didn't she see that there were still so many new students waiting to sign up?
"Hmph!" With a cold snort, Beiting Huang took a step forward and held Mu Qingling's shoulder. She said gently, "Ling'er, don't be afraid. I'm here!"
Mu Qingling took a deep breath. She had rushed all the way from Luobei City and almost got separated from the Mu family several times on the way. She didn't know who Ninth Huang was, nor did she know that Beiting Huang didn't need that blank admission form at all. "Little Ninth, I…"
"Take that thing out and give it to me!" Beiting Huang narrowed her eyes slightly, her voice filled with determination, not allowing Mu Qingling to refuse.
