"Junior Sister Wu, didn't you go down the mountain before because you wanted to trouble that boy?"
"How come you ended up bringing him back?"
In a small courtyard, amidst artificial hills and waterside pavilions, stone tables and stools.
Several figures were either sitting or standing around the stone table, dressed in various clothes.
The speaker was in a brown tight-fitting attire, tall and burly like a giant bear.
Over thirty years of age, with a straight nose and a square face with thick eyebrows.
Even while sitting down, he looked taller than Wu Shuang who was standing.
Aside from him, there were two men and a woman nearby, all wearing robes of different colors, their auras strong, obviously all among the true inheritors.
"Senior Brother Zhao, I went down the mountain for the sect's important affairs, don't talk nonsense."
"And this junior's talent is decent, naturally, I should bring him back to the Mountain Gate."
Wu Shuang stood on the side and said discontentedly.
