“Weasel?” Su Zhenghao was taken aback. His mind immediately went to the yellow-clad disciple who had laughed at him, though he couldn’t be certain.
“What? You didn’t see him?” Hu Jianxiong asked, taking a gulp of water. “He’s the one in charge of organizing the disciples’ chores. He’s an honorary disciple like us, but he’s been given the right to start his cultivation. Wears yellow robes, and has a nasty look about him. We all just call him the
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