"Bring her in!"
"I suppose it's been quite some time since I last saw my disciple," Jiang Yuan mused with a smile.
A moment later.
A pleasant jingling, like that of silver bells, filled the air.
The person had yet to arrive, but the sound had preceded her.
Upon hearing the intermittent ringing of the silver bells, Ye Chanxi's lips curled into an even broader smile.
The next moment.
Two young girls appeared before Ye Chanxi's eyes.
One of them was the same Lu Luo girl from earlier.
Leading the way, she looked back at the girl in the red dress following her with utmost respect.
Jiang Yuan's inadvertent phrase, my disciple.
These four words sent a shock through the Lu Luo girl.
She was well aware of her own master's stature!
After all, the current Holy Daughter had ascended to the saintly throne and was the true second-in-command of the Heavenly Demon Sect.
Sometimes, what the Holy Daughter said could carry even more weight than those of the famously imposing Sect Master.