"Is this... Emperor Qin?"
Xie Ziran was momentarily stunned, then realized who the young man at the door was. Her eyes widened, and she subconsciously wanted to open the door, but the next moment, a figure suddenly darted out.
Nangong Wumeng pressed both hands against the Taoist Temple's door, forcefully shutting it.
Flushed and stammering, she said, "You, you, you, you, you!"
"What are you doing here?!"
"Comp, comp, compete in what martial arts? Whose hand are you seeking in marriage?"
"Who, who's getting married?!"
Before Li Guanyi appeared, when those Martial Artists arrived, brandishing swords and fists, arguing noisily, Nangong Wumeng sat lazily in a Grandmaster's chair, completely uninterested.
She had naturally broken through to the rank of Taoist Grandmaster.
The few innate talents in the Taoist School Palace often sat idly there, wanting to whisk this woman back to the Academy, to become one of the next generation's Palace Masters, but they faced several rejections.
