"Perfect timing, come in quickly, your grandfather, that old bastard, is here too!"
Ding Li gave a wry smile and dared not say more. In this world, the only ones who dare to call his master an old bastard are probably Bai Yunfei and Hu Boqiu.
When the group entered the room, they saw Bai Ren standing by, pouring tea, while an elderly man with a rather youthful appearance compared to Bai Yunfei and Hu Boqiu sat in the main seat.
This man wore a black robe with a long scar on his face, making him look fierce. Without the scar, he might just look like an aging scholar.
"Come, come, old bastard, let me introduce you. This is the person I was telling you about, the Sect Master of the Canglan Sect, Yang Fan, who is only eighteen this year."
"You old fool, can you speak properly!" He retorted unhappily, then stood up and walked to Yang Fan, smiling:
