Ming Xin noticed the incredulous expressions of those Central Plains people, yet his face remained as impassive as always, secretly delighted inside.
How could he be an ordinary disciple? He was Elder Li's most favored young disciple, also the most talented among his brothers.
Hearing that someone from the Central Plains had arrived, Elder Li kicked him straight out to welcome... oh no, it's to receive the guests.
Elder Li secretly told him: Those people from the Central Plains Martial World love to put on airs.
Pretend to be good, pretend to be gentlemanly, pretend to be noble.
"When necessary, you should pretend too!"
That's what Elder Li told him, and he trusted this young disciple the most.
In terms of cunning, this brat, even at his age, was more than a match for the old fox himself.
Ming Xin put down the whip in his hand and calmly said, "Everyone, please enter the hall; the Sect Hierarch awaits."
