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Zhang Hao sat on a sandalwood chair in a lavishly decorated hall. He held a cup of steaming hot fragrant tea to conceal his puzzlement.

Ever since he had sat here, Xiyue had called in all of the disciples outside and introduced them to him one by one.

And these disciples were all extremely obedient and called him Martial Uncle Zhang? When it was Yao Yue's turn, she even winked at him