A group of around twenty disciples were waiting in the pavilion. Many were sighing, and donned dejected expressions.

Some began chatting.

"What are you guys in for?"

"I told an elder that I dual cultivated with his mother."

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"I told an elder that I could see Mt. Tai better than he could."

Suddenly, an elder appeared before them.

"Quiet down, foolish juniors! You are all here for a reason, so stop your chatting! You know what to do!"

They all quieted down, and aligned themselves neatly in a number of rows. Then, they all kneeled.

"Good. Detention begins now!"

Immediately, all of them began repeatedly kowtowing in unison for the remainder of the hour.