"This... this humble one is from the... Big Dipper Sect... May I ask what instructions you senior brothers have?" Zhang Xiaohua's tongue seemed to knot with fright.
"Big Dipper Sect?" That disciple was plainly taken aback. Turning back, he asked, "Senior brothers, have any of you heard of this Big Dipper Sect?"
"Never heard of it, never heard of it. Perhaps it's some minor sect out in the wilderness. How could we possibly have heard of it?" The disciples burst into laughter.
"Senior brothers." Zhang Xiaohua cupped his hands with a fawning smile. "May I ask which sect you senior brothers belong to? When I left home, the elders of my sect repeatedly instructed me to build relationships with the senior brothers and sisters of the martial world."
"Hehe, our sect is naturally one of great renown in the martial world. Why don't you guess?" the disciple said with a smile.
"Eh?" Zhang Xiaohua thought for a moment. "Could you be senior brothers from the Righteous Path Alliance?"
The disciple frowned slightly and shook his head. "No."
"Ah?" Zhang Xiaohua was greatly startled. "Could you perhaps be senior brothers from the Heavenly Dragon Sect?"
"You brat! We senior brothers were trying to chat with you, yet you're making jokes at our expense. Why didn't you say we were Incense-Passing Cult disciples or Great Forest Temple disciples?"
Zhang Xiaohua scratched his head. "Didn't senior brother say your sect was famous far and wide? This junior knows little about the sects of the martial world, so those are the only ones I could name!"
"Hmph." The disciple sneered. "You were clearly entertaining yourself at our expense, and now you still dare quibble?"
"I've been wronged!" Zhang Xiaohua shouted as well. "I beg senior brother to explain!"
"You brat, prick up your ears.