One of the girls walked forward and held his wrist. She smiled and said,
"Since he's Senior Sister Lu's junior brother, he'll definitely be our junior brother in the future. Senior Sister Lu has just returned. I'll bring you to her."
"Thank you." Han Zhao smiled and retracted his hand calmly.
"That's great. Let's go quickly." Yan Baichuan closed the folding fan in his hand and walked towards the entrance of the garden.
"I'm sorry, Senior Brother Yan. Our Sword Rain Courtyard is mostly filled with female disciples. It's inconvenient for men to enter. Senior Brother Yan, please wait outside for a moment." The girl stopped Yan Baichuan.
"Uh…" Yan Baichuan was stunned. His mouth opened and closed, not knowing what to say.
"Junior Brother Han, let's go quickly." The girl smiled at Han Zhao.
"Junior Brother Han, go quickly. Come back early!" Yan Baichuan gritted his teeth.
"Alright, Brother Yan."
