Ren Feifan looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, dressed in the sect's garments, his complexion turned utterly grim.
He would rather the man was impersonating a member of the sect than to hope the other party was actually a disciple of the sect.
Unknowingly, it had been nearly a year since he left the secular world, and he was unaware of how the sect in the secular world was faring.
He hoped that the sect's disciples wouldn't turn out to be like the man before him.
He hoped so very much.
If all the disciples of the sect were to collude with such scoundrels, then he would be truly disappointed, at least with those who he had left in charge of the sect.
Mr. Qiu's gaze was fixed intently on Zhao Meijing.
Her curvaceous figure, fair long legs, along with her extremely beautiful face, made him lose his composure; he had not savored the body of such a beauty in a long time.
In his heart, he even wished he could possess this woman right away!
