"Brother-in-law, that brat speaking ill of others behind their backs, must have learned it from you."
In the resplendent and grand hall, a voice suddenly rang out. Then, the space within the hall seemed to ripple, and a graceful figure in a purple dress stepped out first, her gaze sweeping over to the man in the golden robe, her eyebrows furrowing.
Wang Chen, standing behind the man in the golden robe, felt a little embarrassed and quickly called out sweetly, "Auntie."
The man in the golden robe, Wang Ao, coughed immediately upon realizing his words were overheard by the concerned individuals. Shifting the topic, he turned to the man behind Zuoqiu Yiren and said, "And this must be Chen Mo, truly a man of remarkable talent."
"Thank you for the praise, Elder Wang." Chen Mo cupped his hands in respect, and then bowed once more towards Dao Feizi above, "Disciple Chen Mo, greets the Sect Leader and all the elders."
Chen Mo's gaze swept over the elders one by one.
