The taller one eyes narrowed. "Those robes… wait—" He squinted at Victor more closely. "You're that guy. The one the sect's been treating like a Core Disciple despite not being one."
Victor blinked. "Not sure how that's your business, but yeah. Got assigned by Elder Mo."
The second disciple stepped forward with his arms folded across his chest. "Assigned or not, you're not part of this sect. Yet you walk into our territory like you belong here?" He scoffed. "Someone needs to put you in your place."
Victor raised an eyebrow. "Really? We're doing this over directions?"
"No, we're doing this because you're standing on ground meant for people who earned their rank," the taller one said. "Not someone who got it handed to him."
Victor sighed and rolled his shoulders. "If you've got a problem with me, take it up with Elder Mo."
That was the final trigger.
The taller one stepped forward while unleashing his cultivation realm.
