"Tsk~"
A sneer broke the silence.
The one who sneered was Zhang Lanlan from the Yin Yang Sect.
After sneering, seeming to feel that her action was somewhat improper, she slowly picked up her exquisite teacup and took a sip of the fragrant tea, her poise tranquil, attempting to cover her earlier loss of composure with a graceful gesture.
However, the disdain in her eyes didn't fade much.
Ran Qingchen's eyebrows furrowed, and her gaze toward Zhang Lanlan carried a hint of coldness.
Fang Maoshan coughed and said, "Zi Heng is in closed-door cultivation; may I ask what young master Jiang needs with him?"
"Cultivation? When will he be out?" Jiang Shouzhong frowned.
Fang Maoshan shook his head, smiling, "I cannot give a precise date. Three months ago, my son seemed to have gained some opportunity and decided to engage in closed-door cultivation; when he will come out depends on whether he can attain enlightenment."
Jiang Shouzhong was displeased.