After paying the money and completing the registration, Wei He quietly gave the girl an extra gold note, asking her to make arrangements.
The tall girl caught his meaning and smiled faintly. Then she led Wei He and Wei Ying to a separate room on the right and told them to wait.
There were several other people in the room, all carrying bundles as if they too had come from afar.
Wei He and Wei Ying sat in a corner, silent as they waited.
Before long, a burly man with a crew cut and an inverted-triangle build entered the room.
"Zhao Chuan, Wei He, Xiao Zhenshu, come with me. The rest of the family members will wait here. It will only be a moment."
The three people in the room rose one after another. Wei He was among them and followed the man out.
"Senior Brother, we arrived before him, didn't we? Why are we still waiting while he gets to go first?"
Of the people remaining in the room, a slightly plump woman stood up and pointed at Wei He indignantly.
"What I say goes. They arrived long ago; they just weren't walking around in front of you. Enough already. What are you shouting for?" The crew-cut man waved his hand impatiently.
How much had they paid, and how much had she paid? Didn't she have any idea? And she still had the nerve to make a fuss now?
What he hated most was this sort of person—without much ability, yet chirping away all day long.
Yes, the sect had rules forbidding those below from privately collecting fees. But disciples were people too; they had lives of their own.
If they wasted all their time and energy here, were they not supposed to practice martial arts? Were they not