"No, no, no..."
Meng Yu shamelessly bent over, and the next moment, Bai Qianqian's body vanished from in front of him.
"There's no rush to take you as my disciple. You are of the Human Race, and I see that you have excellent roots and achievements in cultivation. Following me would actually hold you back. You may not realize it, but our Sect has a bad reputation above. In truth, we just eat and sleep, sleep and eat. Everyone calls us the Tang Ping Sect..."
"Cough, cough..."
Not far away, Su Qingqing couldn't help but cough to stop her master's candid—no, nonsensical chatter.
