"You'd better come with me now. Although the Sect Master is not in a bad mood at the moment, if he has to wait too long and you don't show up, I can't guarantee he won't get angry. His mood these days hasn't been all that great, you know."
He reminded.
"Okay, okay, I'm on my way."
Upon hearing that her father was not in a poor mood, Leng Yiyu knew she was in the clear and readily agreed.
It wasn't long before the disciples in the courtyard all breathed a sigh of relief. As for this Miss, they really were not fond of her presence. They wished she would never appear in front of them again; that would be for the best.
"Finally, she's gone."
"Nineteenth, you keep watch."
A disciple raised his hand, patting Nineteenth on the shoulder.
"Mm."
Nineteenth responded, pursing his lips, continuing to keep watch in front of Lady Leng's chambers.
