The Second Master Who Wanted to Throw His Nephew to Another Planet

Meanwhile,

"Master."

Che Zhibin, who was waiting at the door of the Deputy Director's office, was delighted when he saw Taoist Xuening walking over slowly with her hands behind her back. He quickly shouted respectfully.

Taoist Xuening also came from the Maoshan Sect, and as a disciple of Maoshan Sect, Che Zhibin called her Master.

"Hm, let's talk inside!"

Taoist Xuening was still expressionless, but she looked at Che Zhibin with a hint of satisfaction in her eyes.

Taoist Xuening walked into the office first, followed by Che Zhibin.

"Master, are you satisfied?"

After Taoist Xuening sat down, Che Zhibin couldn't help but ask carefully.

Taoist Xuening looked down at the dry, old hand that didn't match the skin on her face at all. A clear look of disgust flashed through her eyes and her tone also became a bit gloomy.

"Well done. I like that girl a lot."