Mo Chou pondered over the words her master had said, occasionally casting her gaze upon Tang Ming.
This man was sent by that woman in a letter. Given that woman's relationship with the Huan Die Sect, he would at least be granted a position as a tribute.
Although the master didn't say it directly, she still indirectly hinted that she should probe this man's intentions.
Yet, faced with her beauty, he showed no reaction, instead bowing his head and frowning.
"Tang Ming, my master and several elders are waiting for you in the reception hall. Could you tell me what your relationship is with Senior Hu Mei'er?"
Mo Chou smiled at Tang Ming, her lips slightly curled up, her face blushing with a hint of red.
Tang Ming, realizing he had neglected the beauty before him, hurriedly clasped his hands in respect: "Just an ordinary friendship. May I know how to address you, young lady?"
