Qiran smiled coldly and left the Yanbing Palace dinner—the dinner originally held for her.
Xing Can, who had not yet appreciated enough, saw the young master leaving and hurriedly chased after him, panting and saying: "Young Palace Master, you are so amazing, you actually left those ministers speechless!"
She wasn't panting from exhaustion, she was panting from laughter.
Qiran looked at her sideways: "Is it funny?"
"No, it's not funny at all. Young Palace Master." Seeing the Young Palace Master's posture, Xing Can immediately shut up.
"Tell me, which palace are you from?" Sitting on the swing, Qi Ran said impatiently.
"Oh!" Thinking of the business, Xing Can immediately became respectful: "Master, this slave is from Can Ye Palace."
Can Ye Palace, a sect as famous as the Wind Soul Palace in the world, is in the same category as the Wind Soul Palace. The palace master kills people all based on his mood. If he is in a good mood, save people, if he is in a bad mood, he will destroy the family. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together.
"Can Ye Palace?" Qi Ran remembered something: "Xing Can, are you saying that the palace owner is an old man who is about to die?"
Three black lines appeared on Xing Can's forehead. In fact, she wanted to tell the young palace master - don't speak so bluntly... But, she had no chance to tell the young palace master...
"Girl, you are really rude." An old and dishonest old man fell from the sky and looked at Qiran depressedly.
Qi Ran took a deep breath and said with a smile: "Old man, what do you want from me?"
"Hehe." The old man smiled proudly and said grandly: "Girl, I have thought about it for twelve hours and finally decided on one thing, and that is to let you be my apprentice!"
"It's not rare." These three words were spit out by Qi Ran before he even thought about it.
Huh, she already has a very crooked master, if there is one more, she might go crazy!
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa) I think highly of you by accepting you as my apprentice." The old man said hurriedly: "Girl, you have to think carefully. This opportunity must not be missed before it comes back."
"Hmph, Feng Jue! You old immortal, you actually came here to seduce my apprentice!" Qiran's great master, Hua Yikui, also fell from the sky and looked at the old man with anger.
When the old man saw Hua Yikui, he was secretly surprised: "What? Hua Yikui, you said that girl is your apprentice?" The old man named Feng Jue looked at Qiran with disbelief.
"Hmph." Hua Yikui snorted coldly: "If it's not mine, is it still yours?"
Xing Can, who was on the side, was about to faint. She urged: "Palace Master, Palace Master's Madam, please stop arguing..."
"Shut up!" Two voices interrupted Xing Can's words.
"Xing Can, tell me, who is the palace lord's wife?" Feng Jue, the old man, said gloomily.
"Xing Can, tell me, who is the palace lord's wife?" Master Hua Yikui said even more sinisterly.
Xing Can slowly backed away. She knew that there was a place in the corner that was opening its hands to her, warmly welcoming her.
"Qiran is mine!" Hua Yikui said fiercely: "She will inherit my Wind Soul Palace in the future!"
"She will inherit my Can Ye in the future..." Suddenly, the old man stopped talking. He glared at Hua Yikui: "Hua Yikui, what palace did you just say Qiran inherited?"
"Wind Soul Palace." Hua Yikui said with a stinky face.
"Haha." That dead old man Feng Jue smiled proudly: "It seems you still remember me!"