Ming Ze (II)
A/N: I will resume the story by not capitalizing the first three or four words because the style is already annoying me. I don't know why I did that in the first place. Regardless, the story continues as it is. Let me also take this opportunity to thank those who have made it this far. Your support means a lot to me. My gratitude to you is beyond words.
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When Ming Ze and the other two finally entered the sect master's hall, they immediately felt the oppressive pressure coming at them. It made the latter two take some steps back.
"Mingyue!" Ming Ze called out, dumbstruck by the beauty he saw right before his eyes. When he saw how slender her exposed legs were while sitting down, his jaw almost dropped to the ground by a large fraction.
"Who are you?" Lan Mingyue's tone was commanding, like an empress born in ancient times. "What are you doing here in my sect? Why did you come here? What's your purpose—"
"W-Wait a moment, M-Mingyue—"