The Yun Family's Ninth Child Is An Imp! Chapter 5387 - 5387: I don't lack disciples

Chapter 5387 - 5387: I don’t lack disciples

5387 Chapter 5387: I don’t lack disciples

Yuan Zhi’s words made the atmosphere in the room even more tense!

Xuan Hui’s brows were tightly knitted. Why did this old thing, Lei Wu, come here? Why did he come here?

Chi Dong’s face was gloomy. He finally understood why Yun chujiu came to see Xuan Hui for two days in a row. It turned out that she was a lobbyist for the Zen sect!

Now it seemed that they had reached an initial consensus, so Lei Wu came personally!

This was really outrageous!

“Master Xuan Hui, don’t you have any explanation for this?”Chi Dong said coldly.

Xuan Hui was originally very displeased because she suspected that Xuan Zhi was a spy. Now that she saw Chi Dong being so aggressive, she sneered and said, “Protector Chi Dong, your words are really strange. What do I have to explain? !”

Chi Dong was choked by the rebuke. He wanted to flare up, but he wanted to see what Master Liaowu was here for, so he said, “Master Xuan Hui, since Master Liaowu came to visit, shouldn’t you let someone invite him in?”

Xuan Hui sneered and said to Yuan Zhi, who was dumbfounded, “Invite Master Liaowu in!”

A moment later, Master Liaowu entered the room.

Although they were enemies, they still had to be polite on the surface.

Xuan Hui and Chi Dong stood up and exchanged a few pleasantries before the three of them took their seats.

After drinking two sips of tea, master Liaowu smiled and said, “I took the liberty to visit you. I didn’t disturb you, did I?”

Xuan Hui also smiled and said, “Master Liaowu, you don’t have to be so polite. I wonder why you are here?”

Master Liaowu glanced at Chi Dong and then said, “It’s nothing serious. I was invited by Master Xuan Hui at the Bitter Zen sect and wanted to catch up with you.”

Hearing this, Chi Dong sneered in his heart. Catch up with you? ! Did he think he was a three-year-old kid? ? The Zen sect and the bitter Zen sect had always been on bad terms. If there was nothing fishy going on, why would master Liaowu come to see Xuan Hui? ! !

It seemed that the sect master of the bitter Zen sect had to be replaced! Otherwise, the bitter Zen sect would sooner or later break away from the control of the Divine Devil Hall.

Xuan Hui didn’t believe that Master Liaowu was just here to catch up, but she didn’t say much and continued to chat awkwardly.

Chi Dong felt that even if he stayed, he wouldn’t gain anything, so he stood up and took his leave.

Xuan Hui left a few words, but seeing that Chi Dong was determined to leave, she didn’t say anything more.

After Chi Dong left, Master Liaowu’s face immediately darkened, and he said unhappily, “Master Xuan Hui, what do you mean? !”

Xuan Hui was simply angered to the point of being dumbfounded!

Previously, Chi Dong had not rebuked him with his nose, but now he was questioning him without any reason. Everyone thought that he, Xuan Hui, was a soft persimmon that they could pinch whenever they wanted? !

Xuan Hui held back the impulse to make a move and said with a gloomy face, “Master Liaowu, what do you mean by this?”

Master Liaowu’s face was full of indignation. “What do I mean? Although Yun Chujiu is a little girl, I have always treated her as a disciple. I was ready to take her as a disciple, and she agreed readily.

However, today, she suddenly told me that she has decided to acknowledge you as her master!

Don’t you have anything to say? ! What kind of scheme did you use to trick that little girl?”

Xuan Hui was stunned, but when he saw that Master Liaowu’s eyes were red with anger, a strange sense of pride welled up in his heart!

HMPH!

So what if you knew that little girl first? ! Isn’t that little girl still eagerly begging me to be her master? ! !

He sneered, “Master Liaowu, this matter can’t be blamed on me. It’s that little girl who cried and cried and insisted on acknowledging me as her master. I’m also very helpless! I don’t lack disciples, so I really don’t want to accept her!ReadNovelFull.com