Taoist Zi Ye waved his hands repeatedly upon hearing the words, his face the picture of someone wrongfully accused,
"How could that be, how could that be... It's absolutely preposterous to make such wild guesses. How could a Sect Leader like myself do such a thing... You have really misunderstood. Our Sect's founding master has decreed that each generation's Sect Leader must take no less than ninety-nine disciples, heh heh... This... I won't hide it from you two, I have already taken forty-nine disciples, and I'm still short of fifty..."
"Is that so?"
Gu Shiyi, seeing the way this fellow with eyes as small as mung beans spun tales, knew at a glance that he was blathering nonsensically, didn't puncture his ruse but exchanged a glance with Pu Yanlan,
"Ahem... It's not that we can't join your Baiji Sect, it's just that..."
Gu Shiyi purposely paused, watching the eager expression on Taoist Zi Ye's face before slowly saying,
