Su Wanqing and Wei Banmeng were stunned listening.
The person they've been looking for all this time!?
The image of the Apostle President of the Bauhinia Association automatically appeared in both their minds.
Though neither of them actually knew this president's name,
"My name is Yan Lin." Mandala, seeing their expressions, said through the mask in a calm and cold voice, "Those rumors you've heard about me..."
She paused slightly, with a faint hint of amusement that was hard to detect, "There's quite a few, isn't there?"
Su Wanqing and Wei Banmeng were at a loss for words for a moment.
They indeed had heard, but it was all bad news.
The Bauhinia Association retreating, the president being easily subdued by the Celestial Punishment Association, and even rumors of their demise.
The two instinctively exchanged glances and saw the confusion in each other's eyes.
But they still introduced themselves.
"Su Wanqing."
"Wei Banmeng."
