"Stop… Who are you?" The disciple who is guarding the gate hurriedly stopped the lady, who covered herself in dark clothes.
The lady stared at the ground and didn't answer the disciples question. Slowly, other disciples gathered close to inquire about her.
"I'm asking you. Who are you, and what are you doing here at this time?" The disciple asked again with a serious look.
"I… I came to meet someone." The lady replied in a weak tone.
After hearing her sweet tone, all the disciples moved closer in curiosity to see her face.
"What nonsense are you speaking? Is this the time to meet a sect disciple? Tell me the truth." The disciple asked impatiently.
But in the next second, a slap fell on the back of his head. "You are the one who is speaking nonsense. Can't you see she's a weak lady?" A disciple who is strong among the guards walked to the front.
