Atop Piaomiao Peak's Grand Hall.
The grandmaster Tian Yin sat solemnly in the seat of honor, while Yin Jiuling and Yu Yinzi occupied seats on either side.
In such an assembly, naturally there were no seats for Liu Ming and Jialan, so each stood behind Yin Jiuling and Yu Yinzi respectively.
Ever since sitting down, Yin Jiuling had been exchanging whispers with Yu Yinzi and Tian Yin, all the while his gaze roved continuously over Jialan. His face, half as ruddy as a baby's, was aglow, softening his otherwise withered visage considerably.
"Elder Yin, what do you think of my disciple?" Yu Yinzi inquired, not blaming him for his staring, but rather, smiling after a while and asking cheerfully.
"Haha, Nephew Jialan is certainly excellent, both in appearance and in cultivation potential, truly wonderful, indeed!" Yin Jiuling responded with a chuckle.
Liu Ming felt a ripple in his heart upon hearing this, vaguely sensing something afoot.