Why Is That Your Master?

It was a place arranged for peers to chat.

But with a Nascent Soul cultivator seated in the seat of honor, the atmosphere had frozen over.

Among the fresh-faced junior disciples, Zhenren Xianxu was calmly sipping tea.

As a result, no one dared to speak first.

They were worried that acting rashly before a grand cultivator might bring shame on their clan or sect.

Baek Cheong had no choice but to sit quietly.

'At least have the decency to slip away on your own.'

Inside, she was dying.

If not for the exchange gathering, she would have holed up in her quarters and browsed the forums to her heart's content.

Yet she had been dragged out to an exchange gathering with a grand cultivator present, and now she couldn't move an inch...