The moment Zhang Xiaohua heard this, he knew that the Pill-Refining Hall on Baiyue Peak must also have strict rules. His whim had come on suddenly; he had better not cause trouble for others. He shook his head. "Then there's no need. Senior Brother Lu, sit in the room. I'll just stroll around the courtyard."
Lu Chaoxian nodded. "If you can avoid going out, then don't. There are many people coming to Baiyue Peak right now. Though our three hundred or so people amount to nothing on Baiyue Peak, we are all ordinary disciples after all. If we break some rule for no reason, or go somewhere we shouldn't, the trouble will be enormous!"
Zhang Xiaohua asked curiously, "How enormous? If I could break the rules and receive some punishment, wouldn't that be better than going to You Lan Gorge?"
Lu Chaoxian glanced around and lowered his voice. "Junior Brother Ren, don't take this lightly. You've only just arrived, so there's much you don't know. And you came straight to our Tianmu Peak, which can be considered a place where the sky was high and the emperor far away. As long as you don't provoke Great Leader Chen, everything can be discussed. But the Incense-Passing Cult has rules beyond counting, especially for male disciples and disciples from ordinary halls like us. Never mind major crimes—at worst, you could lose your life. Even for ordinary mistakes, you might receive lashes at best, or have your hands and feet broken at worst."
"Ah?" Zhang Xiaohua was greatly startled. Since entering the Incense-Passing Cult, he had always felt the sect was a harmonious whole. Though there had been some petty frictions among his fellow disciples, that was only human nature. He had never imagined that behind that harmony stood iron rules and harsh