"Forging iron?" Duan Rong and Ximen Kankan also felt a pang in their hearts.
Stonemason, blacksmith, maid - these registered disciples were just here in the sect to do odd jobs!
Ximen Kankan retorted unwillingly, "Old man, what kind of work have you assigned us? Forging iron, stonemasonry - are you treating us like beasts of burden?"
The old man sneered and said, "You came so late and still expect good tasks? Did you think coming to the sect meant living like a lord?"
"You..." Ximen Kankan was about to burst out in anger when Duan Rong held him down.
Duan Rong turned to look at the old man, smiling, "Old Qin, please don't be mad. We know our status as registered disciples means doing odd jobs! But is there another place we could go? Would you kindly give us some guidance?"
The old man looked at Duan Rong, his heart skipped a beat.
