The Dark Pavilion was at the height of its power.
Although its master, Su Ling, did not have a high Soul Power cultivation, he was extraordinarily gifted. His sound judgment and decisive leadership had earned everyone's trust.
But what did Tang Ya have to offer?
As the Dark Pavilion's second-in-command, her talent was painfully ordinary, and her Martial Soul was even the useless Blue Silver Grass.
If you asked them, that position should go to someone capable—someone with exceptional talent, at the very least.
Tang Ya looked at the onlookers beside her. Their Dark Pavilion uniforms had never seemed so glaring, and her heart felt as though frost had crept over it.
"What's wrong? Is the little girl about to cry? Hahaha! Go home and cry to your mother! I never thought the Dark Pavilion's gate master would be such a pathetic thing!"
The man's grin widened. He had not come to join the Dark Pavilion in good faith; he had come with a mission.
"What are you all standing around for? Can't you tell he's here to cause trouble?" Tang Ya demanded, her brows drawn tight.
The onlookers exchanged glances, but none volunteered to step forward. They weren't blind. The man had started finding fault with everything the moment he walked in. He was obviously someone sent by an enemy of the Dark Pavilion to make trouble.
"You eat the Dark Pavilion's food and take its benefits. Now its gate master is being humiliated and someone is deliberately causing trouble, yet you hide in the back like cowards?" At the rear, an adorably dressed "boy" scolded them in a delicate voice.
"Exactly!" A short-haired girl in overalls beside the boy echoed indignantly.
"Oh? And who are you two supposed to be?" The dark-skinned man looked them over and saw