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Sick Tiger Gang.

He Shuli.

The white paper fan was also called an advisor, the one who devised strategies for a gang.

His status was roughly between that of the third- and fourth-ranking figure.

Tu Shan Jun paid little mind to such a person coming to his door. He was merely curious why this gang, whose name he had never heard before, had come to the orphanage.

Skinny Monkey's shout reached Tu Shan Jun, who had originally intended to quietly work on talismans, and drew him out of his room.

As though he had found someone to lean on, Skinny Monkey hurriedly hid behind Tu Shan Jun and poked out his little head.

The tall, handsome cultivator in a black daoist robe was the instructor Sister had hired for them a few days ago.

They were not yet familiar with him, and this instructor was mysterious besides. He usually left before dawn and returned only at night, or else stayed shut in his room. Sometimes, when Skinny Monkey listened at the wall, he could even see bursts of light flashing within.

Yet compared with outsiders, the orphanage's instructor was clearly someone they could rely on.

The moment He Shuli saw the cultivator in the black daoist robe, his expression turned solemn as his guard rose.

"Who are you looking for?"

The black-robed cultivator's voice was slightly hoarse.

"Is Xu Sanniang, the seal-holder of the orphanage, here?"

"You're looking for Sister?" Skinny Monkey cried out, but when he saw the calm expression of the tall man beside him, his heart immediately settled. In his mind, only grand mansions employed instructors, and those rich children at the academies all boasted about their fist and foot techniques.

Though they were poor and could not afford an expert, an instructor should still have some