Chapter 63: Senior Brother Meng...
"Oh, Senior Brother Meng, are you not going to tell us about any more of your adventures as a highly respected Inner Sect Disciple?"
"Senior Brother Meng, look—I made these for you as thanks for blessing me with that romantical story of two Hunters meeting in the woods~ I-I hope you like them; I baked them myself..."
"How about we go watch the Horse Frog Race happening in the Outer Sect’s Main Territory today, Senior Brother Meng~? I even hear top Horse Frog Riders will be participating in the race~"
"Haha, you ladies are too much!" Meng laughed contemptuously, accepting every gift coming his way. "I’ll see if I have any open spaces in my schedule to further bless you breathtaking flowers with a joyride with the hunk of man-meat that is I—"
"Senior Brother Meng, what are you doing in my Medicine Valley again? And with my In-Name Disciples no less??"
Freezing up, Meng slowly turned his head toward the shadowy-faced Zar, realizing right away that he screwed up big this time.
"J-Junior Brother, I... I assumed you’d still be in seclusion like always today, so I—"
"So you what?" Zar remarked, flipping his icy gaze between all his Disciples. "You decided to flounder over and deceive my Disciples with your fabricated fairytales to get into their skirts?"
The infatuation of the Female Disciples immediately warped into disgust, as they knew not their Master to be a liar. He was extremely handsome, and indifferent to all their advances, but he was not a liar.
"J-Junior Brother, surely you jest..." Meng was on the verge of tears, his suave facade all but a distant memory.
He folded almost instantly...