Beside him, Xu Qingfeng raised his wine glass, drinking to quench his thirst, while teasingly saying:
"Master Meng is ascending. In half a year, after he finishes his teacher certification exam, we'll all have to call him Teacher Meng."
Chu Yanlong raised his glass and leaned forward:
"By the way, does Teacher Meng take students? I want to reserve a spot as a direct disciple."
"Get aside, it's I, Mr. Xu, who is the chief disciple under Meng's banner."
Meng Chuan and everyone raised their glasses, feigning a serious expression:
"For now, I'm not taking any disciples, only mounts. You two can compete for the spot."
"...Does the Flute-Playing Boy need a spot?"
"Get lost…"
But when the Flute-Playing Boy was mentioned, a beautiful figure inexplicably appeared in Meng Chuan's mind, bowing down to play music...
"Ahem, ahem..."
Beside them, Meng Jiaolong coughed twice, interrupting the group's playful banter.
