The Real One

The old Alex arrived outside the golden gates of the Tiger sect. He couldn't remember if it was always golden or if they had changed the colors sometime later.

He looked at the mini market that was run by the sect outside of the gates and smiled at how many people there were. That was certainly a larger number, wasn't it?

He stepped forward and walked up to the guards that were in front of the sect. The guards naturally stepped forward to stop him from entering and asked, "what might you be here for?" 

"Is elder Wen Cheng still here? I'm his disciple," Alex said.

The guards looked at each other and then back at the gray-haired Alex. "Elder Wen Cheng certainly is around, but are you really his disciple, senior? You don't seem to have any cultivation base, so we're sorry that we have to doubt you," one of them said.

"I am," the older Alex said with a smile when he heard that Wen Cheng was still around.