Jin Shengzhe, carrying a broadsword with a ghostly face, stepped slowly into the main hall.
At this moment, everyone's gaze fell on him.
"Why trouble you to come in person for a direct disciple's affair? Just give a command, and it will be done."
Cai Yufeng hurried to greet him respectfully.
"I'm here to take a look!"
Jin Shengzhe entered the hall and finally focused his gaze on Qi Yu's face.
"This woman does have some charm; no wonder old Cai is so eager," Jin Shengzhe's eyes flashed with amazement.
However, though he was a direct disciple, he had little interest in female charm.
"Why has Jin Shengzhe appeared here?"
Qi Yu, having never been scrutinized at such a close distance by a powerful figure like Jin Shengzhe, felt a sense of unease deep within, especially as his identity was remarkable, being a direct disciple of the superior sect.
