'That sounds familiar.'
Zhao Luo mumbled and tried to look ahead of the crowd to look for the owner of the voice which sounded similar to his ears.
"It's the Junior Elder."
Senior Cutie whispered to Zhao Luo.
"The one from the library and the one who healed your legs."
Senior Cutie added while Zhao Luo stared at him with blank eyes.
"Why are you telling me that? I already know that much."
Zhao Luo asked him with a confused look.
'Did he hit his head?'
Zhao Luo looked over the shiny surface of Senior Cutie's head but couldn't find a bump that suggested that.
"Hah, I thought maybe you would've forgotten about him."
While awkwardly laughing it off, Senior Cutie turned his face to the front.
"Are you all the ones trying to become an inner disciple?"
The junior elder who was standing in the front face the crowd of disciples, while Zhao Luo was at the other end of the crowd.
