The Color of the Cores
"Who is this beautiful senior?"
Feng Ma asked right when he reached them while everyone instantly glared at him.
Even Zhao Luo was staring at him before he pulled Feng Ma closer to him.
"She is a senior elder."
Zhao Luo whispered in Feng Ma's ears before turning towards the beautiful lady with long blonde hair who was sitting behind the only reception in the whole walkway.
The five doors were which were the entrance to the lecture halls were just ten feet away from where Zhao Luo was standing at.
Feng Ma sweated as he looked at the young lady sitting behind a brown table with her hands clasped and placed over the table as if she was waiting for something.
"Greetings, Senior Elder."
Feng Ma bowed his head and Zhao Luo nodded since even the drunkard knew what he was supposed to do here.
"Elder, what was the test you were talking about?"
Zhao Luo questioned the Elder as he looked at her respectfully.