The several young people who ran out all had the emblem of the Moon Sect on their clothes. They were all disciples of the Moon Sect. Seeing that they almost hurt Tang Xiang, each of them turned pale with fright and hurriedly pleaded guilty and apologized.
"Sorry, Miss, we didn't mean it!"
"We, we absolutely didn't mean to harm the young lady!"
"It's all because of that weirdo from the Snow Sect!"
"He came to cause us trouble, we just wanted to drive him away!"
...
Hearing the word "weirdo," Tang Ling's eyebrow twitched, "That oddball who can't remember faces is here again?"
The young disciples said in unison, "Yes!"
Tang Ling angrily said, "Where is he?"
The disciples all pointed to a tree, "Over there!"
Everyone looked up, and sure enough, among the sparse shadows, there was a lazy figure lying on a branch, seemingly asleep.
Tang Ling pointed at the person in the tree and shouted, "Song Qipai, come down here!"
