Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-One: Lowly People? _2

Xu Yuan frowned upon seeing this, his voice turning stern,

"Xiaohe?!"

Just then, the Sect Master of the Myriad Manifestation Sect suddenly spoke,

"The name of this young gentleman's maid happens to be the same as my daughter's. This must be fate."

Xu Yuan raised an eyebrow, and coldly said to Xu Xinyao, "Get down and I'll deal with you later."

After speaking, Xu Yuan's expression changed drastically, as if he were an actor in a Sichuan opera, and he looked at the Sect Master with interest,

"Oh? The same name, that's quite curious. Elder, may I ask for an introduction?"

The Sect Master of the Myriad Manifestation Sect coughed lightly,

"Xiaohe has been occupied with matters recently. If the matter concludes, you are welcome to visit our Myriad Manifestation Sect as a guest, but for now, let's talk about the important business at hand."

Having his request refused, Xu Yuan frowned, leaning back on the couch behind him, crossing his legs,