While speaking, Ye Liuying wouldn't forget to give Ye Hanjun a glance.
Huo Xin, who claims to be "socially anxious", in reality a "social terrorist," teases:
"What shall I call you, Your Highness?"
"We all call out 'Master Han', so how about we call you 'Teacher Ying', it rolls off the tongue a bit better."
"Whatever suits you, I'm off to train, you guys continue."
With a touch of embarrassment, Ye Liuying flees the training room.
Ye Hanjun gives a wry smile. It is a bit difficult for Liuying, who has a somewhat aloof disposition, to be with a group of people.
"These disciples are not too bad. That redhead and the tall and strapping one might be the fastest to ascend to the 5th Rank."
"Also, that girl with the aloof face, she's a born assassin, and her temperament bears some resemblance to ours."
Ye Liuying mumbles, then abruptly asks:
"Your 'First Taoist' you mentioned, why haven't I seen her?"
"She is not good at fighting, nor plans to develop in that direction."
