"Senior Sister! And us!"
A man and a woman stepped forward, one holding a *qin*, the other a *se*. Both possessed lively dispositions. Seeing Tao Tao's tear-filled eyes, they tacitly turned around to give her some space.
Yet Wuming was right. She was a direct disciple; how could a direct disciple ever hide behind the backs of her junior martial brother and sister?
Chapter 115