An Xuetang Mo Yunjin

Seeing her refer to herself as "old man", Mo Yunjing's eyes held both helplessness and doting affection. After gently rubbing his thumb over her cheek a few times, he reluctantly left Jingtang Garden.,But she also knew that no matter how hard she tried to reason with them, both Fengming and Hanyun, these two stubborn people, wouldn't listen.,After all, she couldn't beat their valley master and Han pavilion master either. How could she possibly stop them。