Ding Yin, who wore a high bun, was sitting on a high seat, leaning on the armrest of the carved chair with one hand to support his chin. He seemed to be concentrating on sipping the fragrant tea in the cup, but in fact he was quietly observing the people in the hall. He also listened to the conversation between the new head and her word for word.
Looking at the dog skin cloak she was wearing again, hmm~~~It's a bit interesting!
Putting down the cup, Ding Yin stood up leisurely and walked slowly to the two of them. As soon as I walked in, I realized that this little girl was not actually petite. She was just too thin and looked thin. She should have reached her chin.
Hua Qiangu looked up at this tall man who had never spoken a word from beginning to end, and found that he was looking at her intently as he approached. He immediately greeted him with a sweet smile: "Elder Ding."
"Yeah!" Ding Yin still looked careless on the surface. "What did you say your name was?"
"My name is Hua Qiangu, the flower of flowers, the thousand of thousands of years, the bone of bones. From now on, you can just call me Xiaogu." She said it to the man again with a smile, not displeased by his asking again.
"Oh! It turns out to be Xiaogu." Seeing the little girl nodding like she was pounding garlic, Ding Yin twitched the corner of his mouth evilly. "Since you have a relationship with the former head, even if he has passed away now, we will still let you stay. But... Since the previous head asked you to go up the mountain to learn from his master, it stands to reason that you should now worship the new head as your teacher!" He looked at the new head in his mouth meaningfully.
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