148 Snowball Is The Most Splendid

Late that evening, Bai Qingyue ushered Li Meirong directly towards his father's residence. They passed through a pathway of stunning archways illuminated by green and blue floating lights of the Will-O'-Wisp as they headed straight towards a lofty pagoda. On their way, they came across the inner sect disciples' residences.

The district belonging to the official disciples was of a much higher standard than that of the outer sect. And despite having been to the main assembly halls on several occasions, Li Meirong had never stepped foot in here before.

Since the Grandmaster's home was located at the edge of the disciples' district, there was no other option but to walk through it.

Not unlike a palace, the surrounding area was bustling with servants going about their chores. As well as several disciples guarding the pagoda's entrance. The sight of a few high ranked disciples training in martial arts along the way had caught Li Meirong's interest.

Their practised motions seemed to be less combative and more visually elegant, artistic even. As if every subtle move they made was part of a sacred dance.

Snowball snorted as he saw his wife gaping at the martial artists, "It's not that impressive!"

Li Meirong turned to Snowball and ruffled his fur with a giggle. "That's right! My Snowball is the most splendid!"

The Snow Fox harrumphed.

The disciples guarding the tower's entrance immediately allowed Li Meirong and Snowball to go inside. It seemed that the news of Li Meirong becoming the Grandmaster's direct disciple was now known to everyone.

The pair was led into a fancy parlour, where they waited for Grandmaster Zhu Zhang to arrive.

Similar to Zhu Zhang's study chamber, the parlour was filled with all sorts of magical tools, scrolls, and unique looking objects which Li Meirong had never seen before.

'The Grandmaster kinda gives the impression of a bipolar mad scientist.' Li Meirong snickered in thought.

Still, she kept her guard up and didn't dare to speak her thoughts aloud. The last thing she wanted was to give the lunatic incentive to abuse her.

After a few moments of hesitation, Li Meirong silently went to sit on a chaise. Snowball jumped on her lap and nestled himself comfortably.

After what seemed like the time it took for an incense stick to burn out, Zhu Zhang entered the parlour.

Li Meirong immediately jumped to her feet and kneeled on the ground, forcing Snowball to plop unceremoniously to the floor in the process.