Several disciples stood in the center, all smiling.
Leading them was a man in tattered clothes, sitting cross-legged on the ground.
"You, you, you, all of you, come up here! I'll give you some guidance. I can only come out for three days this time, hurry up!"
The man casually pointed at a few disciples in the crowd.
The disciples he pointed at walked out tremblingly, like students called upon by their teacher.
"Brother Zhong Feng, are you well?" Wang Mu greeted him.
"Why have you come to our Upper Cloud Peak?" Zhong Feng, a giant black sword strapped to his back, said to the two gatekeeping Senior Brothers, "This is a disciple from my intake. I'll take care of him. There's no need to trouble you, Senior Brothers."
"Then make sure you take good care of him!" one of the gatekeeping Senior Brothers instructed. "Make sure our Junior Brother has a good time!"
With that, the two men left.
