The last person.
Turned out to be a Monk.
Baiyu found it a bit strange that inside the Star Shining Sect, he could actually see such a rare species as a Monk.
The four of them walked closer.
Their Inner Sect Disciple Identity Cards emitted a faint glow and started clattering.
Obviously.
For Star Shining Sect disciples who had accepted the same mission, the Identity Card was the way to confirm each other.
"Looks like this time, it's just the four of us."
At this moment.
The burly man with a square, national-character face spoke up first.
He glanced around.
He looked at his three teammates, and a faint sense of powerlessness flashed in his eyes.
That fat guy didn't even need to be mentioned.
Carrying a medicine basket on his back, at a glance you could tell he wasn't any kind of combat type, probably even a disciple from Alchemy Peak.
As for that Monk standing across from him.
Delicate skin, tender flesh, fair and clean, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.
