As night fell.
Xiao Jiao'er came outside the reception hall once more.
The older mountain guarding disciple they had seen at the mountain gate earlier accompanied her.
Tang Yuan, Lu Feng, and the others had only been reading for several hours. Of the three large shelves packed full of ancient books, they had barely absorbed about half.
If the books had contained only things that could be memorized by rote, their strength would have allowed them to force the knowledge into their heads. Yet many of the books covered methods for hunting and taming beasts, cultivation arts, and even musical disciplines for controlling beasts. All of it required careful study before it could be understood.
Tang Yuan looked at the two outside the door, surprise flickering across his face when he noticed the older mountain guarding disciple.
Clearly, if he were merely an ordinary mountain guarding disciple, he would not be qualified to be alone with the Valley Lord's granddaughter at this hour.
This man certainly had another identity.
"Senior Brother Zuo, you do it~" Xiao Jiao'er politely gestured for him to speak. When she looked at Tang Yuan, her eyes carried a wicked little smile, as though she were waiting to watch a show.
Hearing how Xiao Jiao'er addressed him, Tang Yuan became even more certain of his guess. Since he was Xiao Jiao'er's senior brother, he could not possibly be an ordinary mountain guarding disciple. Perhaps he had committed some mistake and been punished by being sent to guard the mountain gate.
No wonder he had such a temper and dared to display it so openly.
Zuo Fangming nodded. Then his expression turned cold as he sternly told Tang Yuan, "By order of the Old Sect Leader, you are to go to the Martial Arts Arena tomorrow morning