Wu Manqing's delicate brows furrowed. She set down her teacup and said in a heavy tone, "What are you panicking about? It's not the end of the world. Slow down and tell me what happened."
Xiaohuan took several deep breaths before she could finally force out the words. "It's Elder Chen! He's been appointed Chief Disciple of the Cyan Wood Institute! It happened this morning, on the Transmission Square, in front of all the institute's disciples."
CLANG!
The teacup slipped from Gu Ruo Hua's hand, clattering against the table. Scalding tea splashed onto her magnificent dress, but she didn't even notice. She shot to her feet, her beautiful eyes wide as saucers as she stared at Xiaohuan, as if she had just heard the most unbelievable story.
'Chief Disciple of the Cyan Wood Institute!?'
'Someone of that status... even Father would have to treat him with the utmost respect, not daring to show the slightest neglect.'
