Even a common disciple, no matter where they went, would be treated with a degree of respect.
But here was the Master of Carefree Pavilion, a figure both righteous and evil in the martial world, effortlessly entering the headquarters of the Beggar Gang as if it were unoccupied.
The disciples of the Beggar Gang suddenly understood what it meant to be "leaderless" and "a tiger falling to the plains and being bullied by dogs."
Just then, a voice that was both authoritative and slightly coquettish rang out, "What kind of cats and dogs dare to run amok in my Beggar Gang?"
The Beggar Gang disciples saw a red-clothed woman descend from the sky, her age around twenty or thirty, with a delicate beauty and an alluring charm.
She carried an air of authority yet also bore the unique softness and beauty of a woman.
"How dare you, Poison Spider, show such disrespect to our Master of Carefree Pavilion?!"
