"Master."
The call came from the young and lively Fang E.
Old Dong looked at Fang E, a rare smile gracing his face.
"A Heavenly Repairer? Not bad."
Hearing Old Dong's praise, Bai Yuan was stunned.
If he remembered correctly, he had almost never heard a word of praise from Old Dong. And it wasn't just him—everyone in the Divine Mansion Sect knew how notoriously strict Old Dong was.
Besides, this was Fang E's first time meeting Old Dong.
'Is this really a case of a grandparent doting on their grandchild?'
But that thought was quickly dispelled.
"Too weak. You need more practice."
Murong Fu and Huyan Shan craned their necks, hoping for praise from their Master as well. After all, they had heard no shortage of legends about him in the Divine Mansion Sect. But instead, they had cold water thrown on them.
The two of them instantly wilted like frost-bitten eggplants, each looking more dejected than the last.
