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In a side hall beside the Direct Disciple hall, the Qingyang Master and the others were overwhelmed with flattery by Dai Mengfan’s arrival. The aura she gave off basically reduced them to the ranks of vassals immediately, but they were also entirely overjoyed despite their predicament.
If it were not for the fact that bowing and scraping on the ground was not a custom among cultivators, the disciples from the Qingyang temple basically would have knelt down on the ground and yelled out “Long live Dai Mengfan” already like when mortals saw their emperor.
Lingxiaozi could not help but secretly compare her against Yang Miaozhen, but he was forced to admit that the supreme charms of the master of the Direct Disciple hall had completely overwhelmed junior sister Miaozhen’s glow. That was not an advantage in demeanour and bearing, but an intrinsic difference brought forth by the naked discrepancy in power. When he faced Yang Miaozhen, he was still able to develop some ulterior thoughts, but when he faced Dai Mengfan, he could not even raise his head. His mind blanked out. He did not even have the courage to have any other thoughts about her.
“Senior…” The Qingyang Master clasped his hands and bowed in excitement as he lamented over the power behind Li Qingshan’s name. It was actually enough to make the master of the Direct Disciple hall herself meet with them.
Dai Mengfan basically did not even spare a second glance at him. She raised her right hand slowly, and the Qingyang Master immediately shut up, standing to one side quietly. However, everything seemed so natural, without any sense of rudeness, like a senior signalling at a junior.
From the moment she entered, Dai Mengfan’s eyes were glued to Yang Miaozhen. She praised inside, What a beauty! She immediately became convinced that she was closely connected to the first senior brother. She signalled her over and smiled. “You’re Yang Miaozhen?”
“You know me, senior?” Yang Miaozhen could not help but walk over. She felt flattered as well.
“Of course. I’ve heard much about everyone from the Qingyang temple, especially fellow Qingyang.” Dai Mengfan glanced past everyone before looking at Yang Miaozhen again. “Calling me senior would be too distant. Since you want to join the Myriad sect, junior sister, you can just call me senior sister from now onwards.”
Everyone else could not help but sigh enviously, shifting their gaze over to Yang Miaozhen.
“S- senior sister.” Yang Miaozhen’s heart thumped away as her cheeks heated up and turned red. It took all of her effort to maintain her composure and avoid being drawn away by this extraordinarily charming and amiable senior sister Dai.
“Junior sister, you can be a formal disciple for now so that you can adjust to the environment of the Myriad sect. What do you think about that?” Dai Mengfan grabbed Yang Miaozhen’s hands gently and spoke like she was asking for her opinion.
“This, my cultivation doesn’t…”
“Then …
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