Lin Chang'sheng glanced at Mo Mingyuan and his dozen guards, feeling a bit curious.
Weren't we supposed to escort a caravan? So where's all the stuff?
But then he remembered they were cultivators too—likely with storage bags. Everything must be stashed in there.
"Patriarch Mo, your daughter truly excels in both song and dance, and she also has cultivation talent. If she were to join my Celestial Orchid Sect, she'd definitely accomplish great things in the future!"
Zheng Yao's eyes were glued to Mo Yao, sparkling as he spoke.
This girl had a graceful figure, a pretty face, and innate cultivation talent—a rare gem. Zheng Yao was obviously very taken with her.
"Is that so? If my daughter can join the Celestial Orchid Sect, it would certainly be her good fortune. I hope you'll all take good care of her!"
Mo Mingyuan's face brightened instantly at those words.
Wasn't having Mo Yao perform music and dance for them all about this exact opportunity?
