After giving the order, Rongchang Jun folded his hands and said to Ethan in a cold voice: "Wait for a while. Qingjing Jun is addicted to alcohol, and I'm afraid he is drinking with some Taoist priests. You kneel here and wait for Qingjing Jun to come here, and then we can discuss..."
Before he could finish his words, Ethan smelled the aroma of wine drifting through the window, and heard the sound of waving sleeves, and a cultivator in sky-blue casual clothes walked in quickly from outside.
The first thing Qingjing Jun saw when he entered the Discipline Hall was Ethan, who was kneeling in the middle of the hall. Seeing that his clothes were intact and there were no signs of being punished, he slowed down his pace.
Although Qingjing Jun has been the master of Fengling Mountain for many years and his exact age is no longer known, he still looks young, as serene as a god, with a handsome appearance. Bathed in the sunlight at noon, he has the clear demeanor of a bright moon in front of a bed.
However, this face happened to have a pair of droopy eyes with the corners of the eyes falling lazily, which immediately pulled his cold and aloof temperament down from the fairyland, and added a bit of worldly air.
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