The sound of someone walking in came from the doorway, but there was no response.
Master Zhang was displeased. He frowned. Besides his own master, he was like a local tyrant here. None of his junior disciples would dare to defy him in the slightest—the consequences would be absolutely grim.
'But tonight, these three junior disciples actually dared not to answer him. This is outrageous! They're all experienced hands, so how could they be so bold?'
And so, Master Zhang decided to turn and give these three foolish junior disciples a proper scolding. As for the reward for tonight's work, those three could forget it. He'd already be merciful just by not punishing them.
With that in mind, Master Zhang glanced toward the doorway, only to discover something startling. The girl who was supposed to be carried in by his three junior disciples was instead standing in the entryway, very much alive, staring at him with a cold expression on her face.
