On the road to the Qingping Sect, Pang Qian grumbled as he walked, "Damn it! We're definitely going to be humiliated when we get to the Qingping Sect this time. When the hell have I ever suffered such indignity?"
Of the two, Pang Qian came from a bandit background. Back when he had been in the mountain stronghold, he had been a trusted confidant of its chieftain.
Later, after becoming a constable in Jiangnan Circuit, he had joined the Six Fan Sect during the period when Su Xin held sway over the Jiangnan Circuit Six Fan Sect—the most glorious days of its existence. Yet now he had to deliver himself to their door to be humiliated. He simply could not bear it.
Yao An, beside him, advised, "For the sake of greater plans, one must endure small indignities. It's only once a month anyway. Next month, it won't be our turn."
Yao An was different from Pang Qian. He was an old hand from the Six Fan Sect and had lived through Jin Wulin's era, when the Jiangnan Circuit Six Fan Sect had possessed no authority whatsoever. Things had been far worse then than they were now.
Thus, although Yao An also found this method disgusting, it was at least still within the limits of what he could endure.
Though Yao An had been trying to persuade Pang Qian all along the way, Pang Qian still simmered with resentment.
If not for the generous salary and rewards issued by the Six Fan Sect, he would have stripped off this uniform and quit long ago.
The Qingping Sect was not far from Qingyang Prefecture. After walking for roughly half a day, the two arrived.
When they climbed to the Qingping Sect's mountain gate, the four disciples guarding it saw the Six