"Cai Hui, what are you yelling about?"
Hearing Cai Hui's shouting, an old man with a long-stemmed pipe in his mouth walked out from the inner hall of the Enforcement Hall.
"Senior Uncle Xiao, I was beaten by someone!" Upon seeing the elder, Cai Hui's expression immediately turned respectful. "That person is a menial disciple who supposedly just joined our sect yesterday. Yet, he claims to be an honored guest of our sect!"
"And you believe him?" The old man grinned.
"Of course not!" Cai Hui shook his head. "He also said he could destroy our sect with a single thought. It's the most outrageous boast I've ever heard!"
"Heh!" the old man scoffed. "He must be used to a comfortable life on the outside and can't stand the hardship in our sect. He's just trying to stir up some trouble. It's a common story!"
"Say, Cai Hui," the old man said, glancing at Cai Hui's pale face, "how did you let a menial disciple beat you?"
