"How is it?" Zhao Jia Rui stood up and asked with anticipation, holding on tightly to the disciple's hand.
"I.. Er..." The disciple stammered and shook her head.
"Tell me now, so we can do something about it." Zhao Jia Rui grasped tightly onto the disciple's hand.
"Lin Fan didn't register. He got here with the Qing Feng Sect and sat in the guest hall all along."
The disciple said as she lowered her head.
Zhao Jia Rui let go of the disciple's hand and sat back down onto the chair.
It was not to be.
She sighed and looked at her sword on the table again.
What would her master do if she were in this situation?
An outrageous thought then came across her mind.
What if...
Zhao Jia Rui looked up at the disciple and said, "I need you to help me."
She then stood up and took off her belt.
"Ah? What do you want me to do?" The disciple panicked as Zhao Jia Rui got her to sit down.
...
Moments later, in the open square.
