Upon hearing this, the disciple swallowed a mouthful of saliva nervously. Even the elder looked surprised and stepped forward to inspect their robes and badges, confirming that they were genuine.
"Then... why were you wearing Outer Court robes in the first place?" the disciple asked, cold sweat forming on his forehead.
"As I said, we were only recently promoted. We didn't have time to change, so we came straight to the Technique Hall," Wang Ming replied, then continued, enjoying the disciple's pale expression.
"I was about to inform you that we're Core Disciples, but before I could even change into the new robes, you started causing trouble," Wang Ming said, rolling his eyes at the panicked disciple.
"Now, can we go, or do you still want to fight?" Wang Ming asked calmly.
"N-No, Senior, please go inside!" the disciple said hurriedly as Wang Ming and the girls walked into the hall under the watchful eyes of the elder and the other disciples.
