Everyone was waiting in the hall for Jiang Xiaobai to arrive, and not a single person left to sleep.
"Sect Leader!"
All the women surrounded him, like a sea of flowers gradually blinding one's eyes, Jiang Xiaobai understood the meaning of this poem.
His gaze swept across everyone's face, and everyone's eyes also focused on him.
Except for Mei Xiangyun, everyone else was present, even Ling Luo, who had just woken up not long ago, was there.
"Hello, sisters."
Such a simple greeting was not enough to express Jiang Xiaobai's concern and care for all the women.
"Sect Leader!"
All the women knelt down in unison; they were no longer the little maids of Baihua Sect. Jiang Xiaobai had given them a new life and aspirations. Now, they were industry elites and were admired by thousands of women.
"Why are you repeating old habits? Didn't I tell you earlier, don't kneel, don't kneel! Hurry, stand up, or I'll get angry!"
