The lady of elegant grace on the stage had her eyes shut, her breath faintly circulating as if she were asleep.
"Xiao Ting, do you still recognize me? I'm Wang Chengxiang!"
Wang Chengxiang repeated himself a few times, but nobody paid him any attention. His face turned a shade off, the blatant disregard leaving him feeling quite embarrassed.
It was as if he had put his warm face against a cold backside.
Standing beside him, Ren Feifan frowned slightly, his fist tensing. He knew this trip wouldn't be so simple.
Watching the woman on the stage who didn't even glance at his uncle, Ren Feifan was clear, this woman clearly intended to give his uncle a show of disdain!
After a while, the Sect Master of Qinglanzong slowly opened her eyes, her breath gradually stabilizing. She then looked at Wang Chengxiang, a cold smile tugging at her lips, "Oh, it's Elder Wang. It's been a long time. I was concentrated on my cultivation and didn't notice you, I'm truly sorry."