917 Medicine Fields

"What's your name?" The disciple asked Yuan after a moment of silence.

"I won't stay here for long, so you don't need to know it." Yuan calmly responded.

'This bastard's asking for it!' The disciple found Yuan's presence to be even more obnoxious after his response.

Sensing the sudden tension in the air, Wang Xiuying quickly interrupted, "Anyways, tell the elders that I won't be able to complete my weekly quota this week because I will be busy with something else. Sorry you came all this way for nothing." 

"I-It's fine. Most people don't even get to see you because you're always holed up in your room. I am already satisfied with seeing your beautiful face this early in the morning, Senior Sister Wang."

"By the way, my Master wanted to ask if you'll be joining the annual competition between Core Disciples tomorrow."

"I'll be there, but I won't be participating, so I'll only be a spectator."