2826 Second Headmaster
Qi Xuanxuan’s eyes twitched. /Why did she feel like these two seniors were ingratiating themselves with her?/
The little stoic gazed at them apathetically.
Cold and cheerless?
How could Senior Xuanji be described that way?
As she recalled the afterimage of Senior Xuanji she had seen in the secret realm earlier, the little stoic couldn’t associate her with the word “cold.”
She thought it was more fitting to call her “a clown” or “a chatterbox.”
/Since her afterimage could talk so much, it was evident how much of a chatterbox her main body must be./
By this time, Mo Lian and Duan Yue could hear their conversation.
It turned out that these two people were actually Elders of the Xuanji Faction. Even now, they had to acknowledge Qiaoqiao as their sect master.
Luckily, he hadn’t agreed to that Second Attendant’s formal acknowledgment as his master. Otherwise, wouldn’t the two of them be one generation younger than His Excellency and Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao for no reason?
Unsuitable, unsuitable, very unsuitable!
“Cough, speaking of which, when did Qiaoqiao take over as the headmaster of the Xuanji School?”
“Second Headmaster,” Chen Qi said solemnly.
On the other end, Lu Zheng also nodded and cupped his hands toward the sky to wipe his tears. “The Sect Master can only be our Junior Sister Xuanji!”
Everyone criticized this peculiar sect in their minds.
They felt like the little stoic had an anomaly halo around her. No matter how serious the matter was, she would always dash madly toward the strange fork in the path…
For example, when it came to accepting a sect, how serious was that? But with the little stoic, it became comical.
“Simper all you want. You don’t need to hold back,” the little stoic’s petite, stoic face muttered coldly, unable to resist teasing.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the smile on Qi Xuanxuan’s lips. She couldn’t hold back her laughter any longer.
Qi Xuanxuan quickly suppressed the corners of their mouths and adopted a serious expression. “What’s so funny, Little Fatty? Why are you accusing me of simpering?”
The smile on Little Fatty’s face froze. When he saw the little stoic casting a sidelong glance, he immediately assumed a grave expression. “Qiaoqiao, uh, when did you become the sect master? How come we didn’t know?”
“It’s been a while,” the little stoic replied curtly.
“Before I met you!”
“Second Headmaster, where did you find the secret realm set up by Junior Sister Xuanji?”
“Was it during that time when the Three Sects, Five Factions, and the eight great patrician families gathered in the Mystic Beast Forest for practical training?” Duan Yue chuckled.
“Yes, that’s right,” Qiao Mu replied apathetically.
Once again, she recalled her deceptive encounter during practical training in the Mystic Beast Forest. At that time, she had even fallen victim to the disaster-courting curse and the disaster-courting talisman, leaving her in a discomposed state.
It was a past she preferred not to bring up.
Duan Yue’s mouth twitched.
He remembered that after the little fellow disappeared from the Mystic Beast Forest, there was a frantic search for her for a while. When she finally reappeared in the capital of the Mo Kingdom, she seemed entirely oblivious to her surroundings, focusing solely on cultivating, day in and day out.
There was a time when she couldn’t even recognize them.
“Are you originally from the Star Domain of your own accord?” Chen Qi cautiously inquired of Dao Seeking.
“Mhm,” the little stoic nodded solemnly and silently set down her chopsticks.
Chen Qi began to cry once more. “Junior Sister, it’s so tragic. Someone actually compelled you to flee to the Lower Star Domain.”
“It’s all that old rascal’s fault.”
“Exactly, it’s him. If it weren’t for that guy arguing with our Junior Sister, she wouldn’t have had to leave the Cave Abode and subsequently fall victim to a scheme.”
“Damn it, it’s that old scoundrel who married our Junior Sister but treated her poorly.” The two elders wept as they reached the heart-wrenching part.
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