"Senior Brother, how long do we have to carry out this Demon-Subduing Order? Patrolling every day wastes so much of our cultivation time."
Riding a snowy white camel deer, a young girl with two pigtails, dressed in a plain white gown and carrying a wooden longsword, propped her chin in her hands and sighed heavily. She was pretty and delicate. Shouldn't the imperial court handle these Demonic Evil Cultivators? Why make us do this grunt work?
"I'm not very clear on that either," the man beside her said with a smile. His features were simple; not handsome, but exuding a gentle tolerance. He was lean, his robes neat and clean, giving an impression of affability and reliability. "But now all the Sect Aristocracies in the province are in motion, so we naturally have to obey. Alright, alright, once today's patrol is done, I'll ask Master to adjust your shift so you can take a couple of days off, okay?"