There were few people on the primitive mountain, which looked a bit deserted.
The mountain Gate was also slightly damaged.
Two disciples of the primitive mountain were leaning against the gate listlessly.
"You two little brats, what are you doing!"
An old man in a white robe came down from the mountain.
When he saw the two disciples 'listless expressions, he was instantly infuriated.
He rushed down the stone steps and gave each of the two disciples a slap.
"Elder ... Elder Wu!"
The two disciples immediately woke up and hurriedly stood up straight.
Elder Wu put his hands behind his back and glared at them,""You two little Rascals, well done! You actually dare to slack off here? do you know what kind of work you do?"
"You're the gate-keeping disciples, which represents the image of the primitive mountain. If others see you, they'll laugh at us!"
The two disciples felt wronged when they heard this.
"Elder, there's no one here, right?"
