The disciples behind them were full of regret.
These eight people seemed like generals returning victoriously.
Sword Dance said calmly, "Then you eight, go on, take care of your junior brother."
Wang Jixuan: ...
Fine, he did just join, so he is indeed the junior brother.
Master Wang clasped his hands and smiled, "Greetings to my senior brothers and sisters."
Most of the eight Sword Cultivators returned the courtesy in a proper manner, but there was a senior sister dressed in a Rainbow Robe, with bright makeup, who chuckled at Wang Jixuan.
She laughed, "Junior brother is quite handsome, do you have a Daoist couple?"
Wang Jixuan quickly replied, "I do."
"You could have more Daoist couples," the senior sister assessed Wang Jixuan from head to toe, her phoenix eyes growing brighter.
Thud!
A delicate hand floated over, tapping this senior sister on the forehead, causing her to wince and inhale sharply.
It was Sword Dance who acted in time.
