Xiangteng's (Qian Xiaogong's) chair was a specially made high chair. When he jumped down to bow, he froze for a moment, stunned to realize he wasn't as tall as when he was seated. He then bowed and said, "Xiangteng greets you, fellow Daoists!"
Perhaps because he hadn't fully recovered from his stupor, his voice sounded a bit dazed.
The last person was a graceful figure who exuded a cold aura, but what Zhang Deming saw through the gray mist was not some cold and aloof queen.
Instead, it was Pei Xiaoxiao—a woman with the face of a queen but the adorably clueless aura of someone utterly lost.
Of the ten signed disciples present, she was the only one who had never met Elder Huang in Xuanhua Tower. Zhang Deming hadn't yet gotten a full read on Pei Xiaoxiao's background, so he had only spoken with her in private.
