C1566 Accept a few disciples?

"Send him in." Duanmu Fang Zheng's tone was calm. He was just like his name. He was extremely upright and his temperament was extremely amiable. He was loved by all the elders and disciples.

"Yes," the daoist left, and not long after, he brought Zhang Dongcheng in.

Zhang Dongcheng swaggered in, and saw that the immortal mist in the hall was like clouds, floating and surging unceasingly