Han Zhan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Luckily, his response was swift enough; otherwise, Bai Shang, the Third Senior Sister, would have seen right through all the T seeds.
At that point, it wouldn't just be a social death,
but might very likely result in a beating to death by Master Jiang Ziya, then hung at the entrance of the Ancestral Temple.
"Come in," Bai Shang listened for a while longer, and once she was certain that Han Zhan's mind was filled with numbers and strange symbols she couldn't understand, she completely abandoned the idea of listening in and invited the two of them in.
"Every disciple newly entering our Ancestral Temple comes here first."
"Actually, they're not here to pay respects to us, but to them."
As Bai Shang spoke, she stepped aside.
Han Zhan thus caught sight of the scene inside the grass hut.
It was a lotus floating mid-air, and this lotus had a total of nine unopened buds, each one in an unbloomed state.
