"Who is it?" The old man asked with a hint of eagerness flashing in his eyes.
Shan Qianyue felt a surge of excitement as she recalled a suitable candidate for the Qianyun Sect.
"It’s the master of the Mobei market; his name is Lan Xiaobu."
Upon hearing this, the old man's anticipation faded, replaced by disappointment.
He shook his head, "That won't do. My Qianyun Sect has always enjoyed a good reputation, and its legacy is long-standing. Although we have declined for various reasons, we cannot choose a master who is completely unfamiliar to us."
“Master…” Shan Qianyue blurted out, eager to explain.
She wanted to say that the sect's good reputation was just a guise; whenever its disciples faced bullying, they would just return in silence, nursing their wounds.
But Lan Xiaobu, upon seeing a bodyguard killed, retaliated fiercely.
That kind of audacity was precisely what the Qianyun Sect was missing.
Yet, she dared not voice these thoughts for fear of hurting her master’s feelings.