The Painted-Skin Ghost was slightly jealous of the True Yin hermit, her words tinged with acidity.
Erniu saw through her petty thoughts and said with a smile, "There's nothing bad about it. I'm not even familiar with Wang Mulan, and since she's the one who needs me, it's not her place to question how I handle things!"
Seeing Erniu put it that way, the Painted-Skin Ghost didn't dare to say more.
At this moment!
The True Yin hermit had already arrived at the grand hall of the Yuanqing Cult and had gathered all the disciples for a meeting. Disciples who were originally scheduled to go on missions had their plans canceled.
All the disciples thought something major must have happened. As they assembled in the grand hall, they began whispering and seeking information from each other.
"The Sect Leader suddenly called us back for a meeting, what kind of meeting could it be, does senior sister know?"
