"Junior Brother Qian, I've recovered."
...
"Senior Brother Wei, good morning."
"Junior Sister Ding, you too."
...
"Wei Xian, I heard you went to a low-level Cultivation Profound Land for training, and you almost got severely injured and killed. That's truly laughable." Another gray-robed Sword Cultivator approached, but with a mocking look on his face.
Before Song Yan could speak, Ling Xiaoxiao's face had already turned red, ready to retort.
Gray robes, among the fellow Sword Cultivators in Biluo Mountain, indicated the color of a Sword Robe for Purple Mansion Cultivators.
Ordinarily, Ling Xiaoxiao wouldn't dare to challenge such senior brothers, but if any of them dared to speak ill of Senior Brother Wei, she would stand out, "playing the fox exploiting the tiger's might," to speak a few fair words for Senior Brother Wei.
But before they could speak, a female Cultivator in gray beside the gray-robed Sword Cultivator had already opened her mouth.
