Meng Qi was equally surprised. Seeing the two old men, who were old enough to be her father, greeted her so amiably, her attitude was also softened a lot. Meng Qi said politely, “This junior has indeed met Fellow Daoist Xue and Fellow Daoist Wen before. But this junior is inexperienced and can’t afford such praise.”
“Haha.” Wen Su glanced at Xue Chuan, who was smiling, and said gently, “Young Daoist Meng doesn’t need to be so humble. We watch Chengxuan grows up. Even though he has a good relationship with my son, he never praises others this much.” After a pause, he said again: “Young Daoist Meng is a medical cultivator. You come to Xingluo City this time should be for Medical Cultivator Conference. I wonder from which sect Young Daoist Meng is? Do you come here with your elders?”