"Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?" The old man's hand slipped, dropping his brush in astonishment, completely unaware.
He then realized that it was his most proud disciple who had spoken, the dignified Sect Leader of the Cloud Concealment Sect. How could he make such a low-level mistake?
Cang Rui, unable to contain his excitement, lowered his voice and said, "Disciple was just worried about misjudging, so I came to ask you to take a look in person! That child is waiting in the tea room; should you go have a look?"
"Go, go, go!" The old man casually ruffled his hair and ran swiftly, dragging his slippers.
As he neared the tea room, he suddenly stopped running, tiptoed in through the back door, and bending over, stealthily peered inside through the lattice shelves, holding back his slightly intrusive white long hair with both hands.
