"So complicated?" Zhang Xiaohua was somewhat dumbfounded. "Aren't they just inner disciples? Why make the hierarchy so distinct? It's far less simple and easy to understand than the Commoner disciples and brocade-robed disciples of the Misty Sect."
Zhang Xiaohua curled his lips. "From what Senior Brother Bai said, the disciples of our Pill-Refining Hall are considered the lowest-ranking disciples in the Incense-Passing Cult, aren't they?"
Bai Huan laughed. "What are you saying, Junior Brother Ren? The Cult Master often teaches us that no matter which hall we belong to, no matter what work we do, we are all disciples of the Incense-Passing Cult, all equally treated."
Then he lowered his voice. "We're not even the worst off. The most miserable ones are in Qiankun Hall. They handle odd jobs. Whatever needs doing in the cult, they have to do it, and they can't pick and choose or complain about hardship and exhaustion."
Zhang Xiaohua rubbed his nose and thought to himself, Naturally. You still have the leisure to gamble and fight. All you do is tend medicinal fields, so you can't be the most hard-pressed. Sigh, I wonder how the Misty Hall disciples are living.
He had wanted to steer the conversation around and ask about it, but on second thought, Bai Huan might not know anything. So he said, "It's getting late. Shouldn't Senior Brother Bai rest soon? You still have weeding and watering to do tomorrow."
Bai Huan waved his hand. "Those are mere twigs and leaves. As disciples of the Herb Division, we naturally have the awareness of Herb Division disciples. Such matters will never be delayed. If Junior Brother Ren is tired, you should rest early as well. But why have I never seen you practice boxing or martial arts? The Herb Division disciples have specially