At the same time, within the inner chamber of the Hehuan Sect.
Sect Master Qinyun, a beauty in spring slumber, lay on her silken couch, a light green gown draping over her body, outlining breathtaking curves.
Standing to the side in the chamber was a fiery red figure; who else could it be but Sect Master Hong Luo?
"Sister, what do you think of this Zhang San?"
"This man's background is unclear, and Ruan'er is so naïve. How can we entrust the front hall's defense to an outsider?"
"Moreover, he keeps claiming that he is a discarded follower of the legalists, but judging by his demeanor, he is clearly hiding a deep Daoist charm, and his vitality is as formidable as mountains and seas. There's a good chance he is lying."
Upon hearing this, Qinyun sat up and sighed, "Sister, what does it matter if this man is from the legalists, or not?"