As a gray-robed servant disciple, no one paid attention to him along the way, nor did anyone expose him. Lin Yan successfully went deep and passed through a gray tent.
Suddenly, a voice came from the tent. "Hey?!"
Lin Yan's heart skipped a beat, but he pretended not to hear it and walked forward quickly.
"Hey, you! Stop!"
The voice became louder again. Lin Yan had no choice but to turn around.
"Come here!"
He walked to the side of the tent with small steps. In the tent in front of him, there was a half-naked man with his head raised high. Beside him was a pile of messy clothes and underwear, mixed with a yellow robe.
"F*ck! Didn't you hear me just now!" The man cursed and pointed at the pile of dirty clothes on the ground. "Scram over and wash this pile of clothes!"
Lin Yan was speechless. He turned around and looked around. There weren't many people in the Void Fist Sect to begin with, and there were only two gray-robed disciples in the distance.
