Watching Jack Clark and his party walk away, the thirty-odd youths who were practicing stopped, and the eldest among them looked towards a girl beside him and asked curiously.
"Moon, is that the person Sister Sara and the others brought back?"
The girl dressed in black training attire, with eyebrows sharp as a sword and delicate facial features, raised an eyebrow and said irritably, "Arthur, how many times have I told you to call me sister? I'm the eldest here."
The youth with a ponytail was unfazed, "You're only a week older than me. Why do you keep making a fuss about it? Besides, who knows if you really didn't lie about your birthday."
Immediately, the girl's eyes narrowed, sensing the invisible killing intent, the youth quickly relented and raised his hands, "Alright, alright, you're older. Does that make you happy now, sister?"