Song Junwan from Middle Peak brushed a lock of hair back behind her ear, her eyes sparkling as she said, "Little Brother Nightcrypt, why don't you come to Middle Peak…?"
Seeing those elders fighting over Bai Xiaochun made the other disciples sigh bitterly and lament in their hearts.
Yan Xiaobao couldn't help thinking about how outstanding he was. No matter how hard he tried to keep the Spiritual Sect and Blood Flow Sect low-key, he always somehow ended up with people chasing after him.
Marveling at his own accomplishments, his eyes suddenly grew hazy, as if infatuated. Staring at Song Junwan, face flushing, he said, "I… I choose Big Sis Song's Middle Peak!" Yan Xiaobao's answer immediately made Zhao Wuchang's heart tremble. How could this Master speak with such shocking foresight?
All the other disciples gasped, then pretended they had never even heard of such a cheeky way of addressing a Middle Peak elder.
