2825 Picked Up
Qiao Mu glanced at the two individuals before her.
To be precise, she still couldn't discern their appearances beneath the layers of grime that covered their bodies, faces, and hands. They resembled individuals who had been dredged out of the foulest sewers, emitting such a pungent odor that it almost made Miss Qiao roll her eyes.
"You both reek," Qiao Mu remarked candidly, casting a critical eye at Mo Lian and Duan Yue.
"You've managed to make them stink as well!"
The quartet, whom Miss Qiao had dubbed "stinkin' tails," exchanged silent glances.
Duan Yue rolled up his sleeve and took a tentative sniff. "Do I really smell bad?"
"It's unbearable!" Qiao Mu retorted with indifference. "Clean yourselves up before approaching me."
Mo Lian and Duan Yue, in somewhat better shape, reappeared after a 10-minute bath.
Mo Lian dutifully stood before Miss Qiao, who maintained her stoic composure. He took the initiative to admit his wrongdoing. "I shouldn't have left alone in the dark after midnight."
Duan Yue vigorously nodded in agreement. "You should bring Qiaoqiao along when you go out."
Miss Qiao harrumphed, recalling how she had donned a scarlet-red Fiery battle suit early in the morning, fully prepared for a fierce confrontation. She hadn't expected these two to be so tactful…
It was like punching soft cotton. Without these two engaging with her, what could she do on her own? She could only take it easy and eat.
As for the two elderly individuals, it was a result of decades of being immersed in oil that they emerged only after a full two-hour bath. By the time they and Qiao Mu emerged, Qi Xuanxuan and the others had already finished breakfast.
Little Fatty turned around, holding a bowl of congee in his hands, and instinctively gestured towards the two individuals. "Hey, who are these two?"
The others also redirected their attention to the newcomers.
Two dignified middle-aged men approached slowly, giving the impression of moving at a glacial pace, yet they stood before the group in the blink of an eye.
These two men were attired in cyan robes, exuding an air of transcendence.
In their youth, the elder of the pair must have been a handsome and ethereal figure.
"These two esteemed seniors were serendipitously encountered by Mo Lian and Duan Yue last night," Qiao Mu casually explained.
"Picked up? No wonder they're Crown Prince Mo and His Highness the Chen Prince. They seem to effortlessly find seniors whenever they take a leisurely stroll," someone mused silently.
Duan Yue and Mo Lian couldn't help but fall silent under the admiring gazes of Little Fatty and the others.
"Second Headmaster, this breakfast looks quite appetizing!"
"Second Headmaster, bring us two sets of chopsticks!"
"Second Headmaster, could you share some stories about Junior Sister Xuanji after we finish eating?"
Little Fatty was taken aback. He glanced at the unemotional Qiao Mu. "Why do I feel like these two seniors are addressing Qiaoqiao as the Sect Master?"
"It's Second Headmaster," Lu Yu chimed in, concealing a smirk with a sweet smile.
"That's correct."
Qiao Mu's petite countenance remained frigid as she observed the two individuals for an extended moment before finally uttering, "Bring two additional sets of utensils."
Without delay, a servant approached and set two more sets of clean utensils on the table.
"Second Headmaster, it's truly a remarkable pleasure to be in your presence," Chen Qi expressed between bites, his eyes glistening with emotion. "Seeing you feels like encountering our Junior Sister Xuanji."
"You're absolutely right. Upon closer examination, you and our Junior Sister Xuanji bear a striking resemblance."
"They share the same air of aloofness, with enchanting brows."
"Yes, indeed. A truly noble disposition."
