However, Jiang Jinlu did not dare to criticize his teacher at this moment.
Li Shiyan also saw the resentment and absent-mindedness on his face. He said, "This is your Eldest Senior Sister, Mo Chusheng."
Jiang Jinlu suddenly raised his head and stared blankly at the thirty to forty-year-old Taoist master in front of him. "E-Eldest senior sister?!"
Liar!
"Teacher, how can Eldest Senior Sister look like this?" He asked subconsciously.
Xie Qiao was helpless after hearing that.
Li Shiyan frowned. "Your Eldest Senior Sister is as beautiful as a flower. Why? Don't you think so?"
His precious eldest disciple was so good-looking. Even if she had a different face, she still looked like an immortal. How could ordinary people compare with her bearing and expression?
This was his own disciple. How could he be the same as the others?
