"Blade Sect's Wang An."
"Lingyun Pavilion's Zhou Chi."
"Red Fire Pavilion's Lie Xing."
"Heavenly Snow Pavilion's Shen Dongxue! I will certainly repay you for saving my life one day!"
Accompanied by eleven immature voices, eleven youths knelt on one knee in unison, performing the Martial Dao salute.
Xu Lai nodded slightly.
Knowing their place and when to advance or retreat, this group of youngsters wasn't a lost cause.
However, what made Bai Yuan and the others anxious was that neither Xu Yiyi nor Qian Xiao had told them to rise. They were in an awkward position. Standing up seemed inappropriate, while continuing to kneel on one knee also felt rather strange.
Just as Bai Yuan was about to ask, she heard Qian Xiao whispering to Xu Yiyi, "Boss, something's not right. With one faction, three sects, and nine pavilions, there should be thirteen people."
"One, two, three, four... eleven. There are only eleven here," Xu Yiyi said.
"The other two aren't convinced."
