"Elder, we outer sect disciples can't even leave the sect. Where can we find enough spirit stones to get you a jar of spirit brew?"
"How about you let us be your disciples first? We promise we will get you some brew you want after that."
Outside the Martial Pavilion of the Outer Sect of the Divine Cauldron Sect, a few disciples were seen arguing with the old man.
From the robe he was wearing, he was an elder who was assigned to guard this place. However, looking at his angry eyes, it didn't seem like he was in a good mood.
"You brats. Do you think anyone can become my disciples so easily? If you want to have a chance, go and find some fine wine for me. Otherwise, get lost."
The old man was so angry at their words that he harrumphed, his long white beard flowing unnaturally.
"Tch...why get angry all of a sudden? Didn't we say we will give you what you want after you accept us?"
"Hey, are you stupid? Why are you mumbling such words before an elder?"
"But I have no money."
