Selecting a Consort
Yes, both of her masters had arrived. They wore the faces of concerned old fathers, their hearts nearly breaking. Elder Du shot a sideways glance at the Great Elder, "Quickly check our disciple's eyes. Is there something wrong with her vision? How could she be interested in Ji Beichen, that hypocritical pseudo-gentleman?"
They were long-time acquaintances and spoke without any reservations.
The Great Elder retorted with a spit, "Your eyes are the ones with problems! How can you say that about my well-behaved disciple? If you keep speaking so recklessly, we might not be able to get along anymore!"
"Heh! Don't forget, Shi'er is also my disciple. As for us not getting along, who cares? Do you think I treasure an old fart like you?" Elder Du retorted fiercely.
Both of them sat on either side of Gu Shiyan.
"Masters, have some tea!" She poured tea with a smile for both of her masters.