Most of the disciples in white robes merely shot him a faint glance or gave a slight nod before walking straight past. Few stopped to respond, their attitudes distant and arrogant.
The green-robed disciple watched the white-robed disciples' retreating backs, the smile on his face slowly fading. His tone held a hint of wistfulness and resignation as he turned to Yang Jing. "Junior Brother Yang, in the future, it's best not to come up the peak unless you have to. We Outer Sect Disciples should just stick to our activities at the foot of the mountain. The ones who live up here are all Inner Sect Disciples. Every one of them is much stronger than us and has a higher status. They walk around with their noses in the air, and if we accidentally offend them, we'll be in for a rough time."
