The boy looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, but he was old and his every move was calm.

Hua Mantuo talked to him and knew that the other party was an orphan. He grew up in the mountains. He once had an old servant around him, but he died three years ago. The child has been struggling to survive in loneliness.

Hua Mantuo seemed to be accepting a disciple for the first time. She was a little thin-skinned and asked him: "Do you want to be my teacher? You have also seen it. I have good kung fu..."

Before she could sell herself, the young man bowed to her: "Master and disciple, come to visit Master!"

Hua Mantuo asked him with a smile: "What's your name?"

The young man looked at her and shook his head: "The disciple is unknown, the master can give him one."

The young man's voice was extremely nice, just like the Buddhist sing of the Sanskrit sound, with a kind of charm.

Hua Mantuo thought about it, looked at the white snow around him, and then looked at the white clothes on the boy's body, and he was blessed to his heart: "The snow is as beautiful as a painting. How about giving the surname "Snow" and "Brahmacharya?"

The young man looked at her with his eyes as bright as stars: "Thank you Master to give me your name, and my disciple will be called Xue Fanxing from now on. Don't you know the name of Master?"

"I am Huamando."

The young man was surprised: "Is it the new sect leader of Ziwei Sect, Immortal Mantuo?"

"Yes, outsiders call me like this. So you have heard of my name."

The young man's lips curled slightly: "The master's reputation spread throughout the continent and was the first person in magic. The disciple naturally heard of it. The disciple has always admired the master, but..."

"Just what?"

The young man looked at Hua Mantuo's smile: "The master's personality is different from the legend."

Hua Mantuo's eyes darkened slightly. His master once taught her that if she wants to gain prestige and to gain respect from all Ziwei Sect, she must have the demeanor of a superior and every move must meet the standards.

The emperor has created a cold, noble and serious character for her. She cannot reveal her nature in front of others, but must comply with the norms...

And in front of this little apprentice, she slightly released some of her nature.

She pulled the little apprentice to her clouds, took him back, and asked him casually on the way: "What kind of temperament do you like about your master?"

"Mando flowers bloom, noble and indifferent, mysterious and elegant, like orchids and like hell, Master, the disciples always remember the sentences that people describe you." Xue Fanxing looked at her with admiration.

Hua Mantuo's eyes dimmed slightly.

...

The picture has changed again, and I don’t know how many years have passed.

The Ice Palace is still the Ice Palace, and Hua Mantuo is still the Hua Mantuo. She is more calm in front of the Lord.

The statue-like honorific asked her: "Mando, how did the Brahmacharya behave in the past few years?"

"Very good. This child is extremely smart. He can learn from one example and do things with ease. He can handle Ziwei Zong's affairs with great or small size easily..."

Hua Mantuo praised his disciple for his spare time, and it can be seen that she really likes this disciple.

"It seems that he can be your right-hand man and help you manage Ziwei Sect."

"The disciple thinks he can be competent by himself. In a few years, he will pass the position of sect leader to him as he is more mature."

Hua Mantuo's tone was filled with joy that he could finally give up.

"No!" The Lord's voice was faint: "You must be the leader of Ziwei Sect. He does not have enough prestige, so he can only help you."

Hua Mantuo frowned: "He has had a high prestige abroad in recent years, and all sects have also been convinced by him. He is born to be a talent in this field, but his disciples don't like these..."
Chapter completed!