Shen Chuwei turned around and saw a tall, handsome man blocking her way.
As a new guard, she simply nodded her head.
"Come on, follow me to the back. Newcomers must learn the rules," Qin Xiao said as he pulled Shen Chuwei away.
Surrounded by guards a head taller than her, Shen Chuwei felt like a chicken among cranes.
Shen Chuwei was fair and delicate, with a petite frame, instantly drawing the curious looks of a group of guards.
Weichi sized up Shen Chuwei from head to toe, "Who brought this one in? How come they recruited such a tender little brat? Has his hair even grown in fully?"
Shen Chuwei raised her fist to indicate, "Brother, haven't you heard that a hero's origin is irrelevant, a guard's height doesn't matter; it's all about talking with our fists."
A group of guards looked at the delicate pink fist and burst into laughter.
Weichi laughed the loudest, "With those skinny arms and legs of yours, that fist of yours can only flick cotton, right?"