Once Weimo had finished speaking in detail with Madam Ran, the three white-haired elders finally separated, panting for breath.
Ran Hongzhen’s hair was disheveled, falling to his shoulders. Mi Fu’s already tattered robes had gained a few more rips, and Mi Xiang was the most miserable of all—half his beard had been yanked out.
Mi Fu smoothed the creases on his cuffs as if nothing had happened, acting as though he hadn't just been part of a brawl. "You old scoundrel Ran, this girl is now my closing-disciple."
Chapter 98