Two men in green clothes glanced through the crack in the door.

He quickly put away the sharp knife in his hand and opened the door a crack.

Wei Tao glanced around and ducked in, "Where is that disciple of the Iron Legs Sect?"

A man in green clothes said respectfully, "Back to the young master, he got very drunk at noon and is still sleeping in the room."

"Take me there."

Wei Tao was led into the room. In a dark and humid environment, the room was filled with the smell of alcohol.

A man was curled up on the bed in the corner, wrapped in a quilt and sleeping soundly.

"He is the direct disciple of the Iron Legs Sect, Shang Bian?"

Wei Tao came closer and observed carefully, "Why doesn't he look like a martial artist?"

"Going back to the young master, when we found him, he seemed to have suffered serious internal injuries. He has been like this since he was rescued."

"Wake him up and come find me next door."

Wei Tao said nothing, turned around and left the room.
Chapter completed!