The elders of the Green Cloud Sect were speechless.
Wen Hongyao looked at Ruan Qingsu as if she were examining a patient:
"If our sect had such a genius disciple, I would happily lose twenty years of my life!"
Even Feng Guchan, who usually targeted Jiang Fan,
nearly spat out his tea after hearing this.
"Thank you, Miss Ruan, for your high regard for our Green Cloud Sect disciple."
"However, the kind of disciple you mentioned does not exist."
Lin Yuheng's face flushed.
She glared at Ruan Qingsu and shouted: "Shut up! Stop talking nonsense!"
Such an extraordinary disciple could not even be nurtured by the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion.
How could the Green Cloud Sect have one?
And a newly joined disciple at that?
At this moment, she suspected that Ruan Qingsu had injured her brain.
Her words were nonsensical.
Feeling embarrassed, she repeatedly bowed to Liu Wuchen and the elders of the Green Cloud Sect:
"I apologize for this embarrassment."