Four beams of light simultaneously swept towards the source of the voice, revealing a somewhat frail white-haired elder, who raised a hand to shield his eyes from the glare of the flashlights.
"You kids have no manners, didn't your teacher teach you any?" the old man's hoarse and aged voice came again.
The four youths were slightly taken aback and quickly shifted their flashlights to the side.
"Uh, sorry about that, old man, it's our fault. We... we left something here during the day and wanted to come back for it," Xiao Hua quickly acknowledged the mistake and fabricated an excuse on the spot, watching the old man's reaction.
"Oh, is that so? Then you better go get it quickly and leave as soon as you're done. Oh, and try not to be too loud, so as not to disturb others," the elder didn't seem to see through the lie and waved them on to hurry along.
