"Dragon begets nine sons, and every one of them differs. Who said sisters had to look alike?" Had the other man not praised his fiancée's beauty, Wei Ruolan would have lost his temper long ago. "Besides, your Clan Chief and she aren't even biological sisters. What's wrong with them looking different?"
Seeing that the disciple still wanted to say something, Shi Xiangyun grew impatient. "You keep making excuses. Did something happen to my sister?"
The Beggar's Clan disciple's expression changed slightly. He forced a smile and said, "You must be joking, miss. Since you are the clan chief's elder sister, please come in." As he spoke, he signaled his subordinates to open a gap and led the way himself.
Noticing his reaction, Song Qingshu's expression shifted slightly. This show was becoming more and more interesting.
Wei Ruolan and Shi Xiangyun exchanged a glance, nodded faintly, and then escorted Song Qingshu after him.
As they headed north, Wei Ruolan lowered his voice and said to Shi Xiangyun, "The Beggar's Clan has set up checkpoints all along the way. Their defenses are truly tight." As he spoke, he discreetly pointed them out to her.
Song Qingshu naturally did not need him to point them out. Not a single checkpoint the Beggar's Clan had hidden behind trees, in the grass, among the hills, or beside rocks escaped his sharp eyes.
After another mile or two, they found sentries every few steps and checkpoints every few paces, growing denser and denser. Though these people were not highly skilled in martial arts, it would not have been easy to avoid all their watchful eyes in broad daylight. Such strict security truly befitted the Beggar's Clan's main headquarters.
They soon arrived before a great temple. Above its entrance hung a plaque bearing four large characters: "Maitreya