Quickly, Mo Xingjian happily waved to Zhou Qing.
Zhou Qing hurriedly ran over and bowed, "Greetings, Master."
Cao Zhengyang sighed, "You only have half an incense stick's worth of time. We have to arrange Master Xuanji's departure."
"Rest assured, it won't take long!" Zhou Qing replied and quickly followed Mo Xingjian inside.
Soon, he saw the Sect Leader of Phecda Sect, Master Xuanji. He was an elderly man with an immortal demeanor, dressed in a white robe with Eight Trigrams patterns, a thin yet kind face, and an aura of transcendence.
At the moment, he seemed to be hastily writing something. Seeing Cao Zhengyang and Mo Xingjian enter, he was about to speak, but then noticed a young man following them, his expression instantly changing slightly.
"Cao, Mo, who is this?" Master Xuanji's brows furrowed slightly, with a hint of evident displeasure in his words, as he pointed at Zhou Qing and inquired.
Zhou Qing saw this and his eyes narrowed slightly.
