This time, Qingyu readily accepted Xuanzhen's etiquette.
"It's a good master indeed," Qingyu thought as he watched the female crown perform the greeting.
Compared to his own cheap master, Xuanfa, who only left a mess for his disciples to clean up, Xuanzhen was far superior.
That cheap master not only screwed over his senior brothers but also left a big mess for Qingyu, his junior disciple. Even now, Qingyu couldn't shake off that burden.
"If it weren't for this mess, I, Qingyu, could have been a righteous and good person," someone shamelessly thought.
"The matter is resolved, I won't disturb you any longer," Qingyu replied as he returned the courtesy.
"Daoist friend, please," Xuanzhen said as she personally opened the door.
Qingyu nodded slightly and walked out of the room.
Outside, the sky was still dark and lightless, deepening as midnight approached.
"It's almost midnight..."
