The Vast Wasteland

The gray-clad old man, the Old Ancestor of the Tai Yi Celestial Sect, nodded in response to Bai Ping, Situ Ming, Yang Chong, and Yu Zhong Jing's greeting. Then, his eyes fell on Duan Ling Tian and Huan'er. His eyes were bright as he sincerely said, "Both of you are like a match made in heaven."

"Thank you for your compliments." Duan Ling Tian smiled modestly.

Huan'er who was usually indifferent blushed immediately when she heard the gray-clad old man's words.

"Girl, are you blushing?" The Old Ancestor of the Tai Yi Celestial Sect laughed when he saw Huan'er's rosy cheeks.

Upon hearing this, Huan'er's cheeks reddened even more. She glared at the Old Ancestor and said, "Stupid old man, are you making fun of me just because I didn't greet you?"

Stupid old man?