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The women in purple gestured a fist salute but did not say anything to them. They knew it was useless speaking to these four. 

"Elder Zhou! Elder Zhou!" The two women in purple raised their voices. 

"I'm coming, I'm coming. What's the big hoo-hah, yelling in the middle of the night?" An elderly man with a tummy as round as a rubber ball glided over. His brows and beard fluttering in the wind were long and white. 

"Elder Zhou, we are here to send him over." One of the young ladies in purple gave a fist salute before smiling. "He was originally the number one out of the outer mountain disciples. However, because of a mishap during practice, he's sent here for a year. He is a rare talent in cultivation."

"I couldn't care less whether he's a rare talent. Everyone's treated equally in the Spirit Medicine Nursery, everyone has to bury their heads and work!" The round old man blurted, "Fine, one more person is an extra pair of hands."