Returning to the Mysterious Era

Chapter 71 - Senior Sister

It was understandable since Beiliu City was the center of Beiliu County. The Wind Elephant Martial Arts Hall in Beiliu City was essentially the face of the Wind Elephant Sect so naturally, it had to be grand and impressive.

The Beiliu City branch was the Wind Elephant Sect's largest branch but that may change with the Black Sand City branch eventually overtaking it due to how important the Lanxin Grass site was.

As they proceeded along the main road, the group gradually split into two. The martial arts hall disciples led the spectators and ordinary participants, which numbered about a dozen, to their accommodations.

Meanwhile, the three elders and five core disciples followed the middle-aged man to another hall where an old man with white hair and beard was drinking tea. On the back of his light green martial arts uniform was the character that said "Wind."

"Haha, Lucas, long time no see!" One of the elders in the group smiled broadly as he walked up and gave the old man a hug. They clapped each other's backs loudly.

"It has indeed been a long time. Almost five years since we last met, right? How has retirement in Fengnan City been treating you?"

"Not bad, but nothing compared to your comfortable life in Beiliu City. I must admit, I'm really envious of you. Haha..."

The two walked inside, chatting as they went. It was obvious that the old man was also an elder of the Wind Elephant Sect. He had been sent to oversee the Wind Elephant Martial Arts Hall in Beiliu City a long time ago so Cassius had never met him before.

"Please sit down, I'll have someone make tea for you." Lucas stroked his snowy white goatee and invited the core disciples to sit where there were two sofas pushed together for them. He sat on a nearby sofa with the three elders, reminiscing.

A few disciples soon arrived with tea.

"Senior Brother." A pretty female disciple handed over a white porcelain cup. Cassius nodded and quickly reached out to accept it.

"Senior Brother." A male disciple gave the freshly brewed tea to Moses, who had a friendly mien. He even went a step further and pretended to take a reserved sip of tea.

Next to them, another female disciple passed a teacup over to Lance. "Senior Sister."

"Ptuu!!!" Moses spat out a mouthful of tea and exploded in laughter, slapping his thigh with his right hand.

"Hahaha! Did you hear that, Li Wei? Senior Sister! Haha, I'm dying! I can't... I need to catch my breath. Whew..." He clutched his stomach, looking like he was about to barf out his intestines with how hard he was laughing.

Cassius couldn't help but chuckle as well. He occasionally rubbed his nose to hide his smile, but unfortunately, Moses's laugh was too contagious, and he ended up joining in too.

"Hahaha... Gah!" Moses was cut off mid-laugh when a slender hand forcefully twisted the hard flesh at his waist.

"Sss..." Moses winced, hissing. Lance, who was on his left, glared at him coldly, delicate face resentful.

"Did I... did I say something wrong?" The female disciple who had given the tea stood frozen, completely bewildered.

Moses coughed twice and pointed at Lance. "That's not your Third Senior Sister, that's your Third Senior Brother."

"Oh. Oh! I'm sorry, Third Senior Brother!" The female disciple quickly apologized. Lance waved it off.

Moses's loud laughter had caught Elder Lucas's attention, who had been busily strolling down memory lane with the others. He walked over with a kind look on his face, his aged eyes roving over everyone.

"Hykal, you look more and more like a First Senior Brother," Lucas complimented Senior Brother Hykal with a smile.

Hykal shook his head, holding a teacup in one hand. "Not really, I've just seen more because I travel a lot."

"Jadice, you're much more cheerful now. That's good," Lucas said as he looked at Jadice who was smiling.

Jadice didn't bother trying to explain she wasn't smiling because she was cheerful. She merely nodded.

Lucas shifted his gaze to Lance. "Lance, your charm has only grown with age. But as martial artists, we shouldn't be too concerned with beauty. Learn more from your senior brothers and sisters. How can you manage with no muscles and such a frail figure?"

"I..." Lance was flabbergasted. "Elder Lucas, I understand what you're saying, but I still want to clarify that I'm not a girl, I'm fully, one hundred percent, a man!"

"A boy?" Lucas was somewhat skeptical. He had only seen Lance once, during the sect's centennial ceremony.

"I take after my mother, that's all," Lance said gracefully. He had been well-educated since childhood, so he usually didn't get angry—unless he couldn't help it.

"Alright, it seems I was mistaken in my old age." Lucas slapped his wrinkled forehead softly.

"It's not your fault. I do look a bit... uh... pretty," Lance said reluctantly, flushing a little at the word.

"Hmm." Lucas nodded and moved onto the next person. His eyes lit up immediately. He strode over and patted his shoulder. "Good lad! You have quite a solid build! Like a bear! You have seventy percent of my vigor from when I was young! Hahaha. Are you the fourth or fifth? What's your name?"

Moses, who had been sitting on the sofa trying to suppress his laughter, looked up in confusion. He immediately introduced himself, "I'm the fourth, my name is Moses."

"Moses? Good name! Great muscles!" Elder Lucas patted Moses's tire-like shoulders with a ringing thud. At the same time, Moses shot Lance a somewhat provocative sideways glance.

"You're the fifth, right? Your build is also good!" Lucas shifted his focus to Cassius.

He wanted to interact with all five core disciples since, in a decade or so, as long as nothing unforeseen happened, they would become the official leaders of the Wind Elephant Sect. It was a good time to get acquainted.

"It’s alright, but I'm still not as good as Brother Moses," Cassius said humbly. It was the truth though; not everyone was talented enough to build steel plate-like muscles. He even had a sneaking suspicion that only large-caliber weapons would stand a chance against Brother Moses's muscles. Brother Moses would be able to face off against small firearm, like a pistol, easily.

After complimenting Cassius, Lucas chatted with the young people. Finally, he extended an invitation to the five.

"There are a few brats in my martial arts hall who insisted on sparring with you as soon as they heard that the core disciples from the main sect were coming to compete. What say you?"