Lu Feng sat atop the Jade Dragon Steed, waiting outside the sect gates. Before he could find someone to announce his arrival, a female disciple guarding the mountain spotted him from afar and began waving.
"Is that Young Master Lu?"
The female disciple's voice was crisp, her lively nature undiminished.
Hearing this, Lu Feng tightened his grip on the reins, instinctively growing wary.
The disciple guarding the mountain added, "The Head of the House has been awaiting you for quite some time. Please come inside."
Lu Feng asked, "Who currently holds power in the Bottle Spirit Sect?"
The disciple guarding the mountain smiled. "The Head of the House's surname is Si Kong."
Lu Feng was delighted, secretly thinking that Si Kongtong must have seized the chance during Huo Yuanqiu's absence, found an opportunity to win the internal struggle, and taken power herself. At once, he put away his suspicions and guided his steed closer to the disciple.
"The mountain path is difficult to traverse. I ask that Young Master dismount."
The mountain guarding disciple indicated this with a grave expression, a flicker of displeasure passing through her heart.
If not for the Head of the House's instruction to receive him with the utmost courtesy, she would have already cursed him out.
He did not even understand the basic etiquette of dismounting before entering a sect. What sort of friends had the Head of the House made? He had no respect for anyone at all!
"My apologies," Lu Feng explained somewhat awkwardly. "I injured both legs some days ago and find it difficult to walk."
The female disciple's face stiffened abruptly. When Lu Feng came closer and she saw that he was telling the truth, guilt instantly flooded her heart.
I truly deserve to die!
Thinking of all the accusations she