Among the West Sea Sect, standing by with folded arms when a fellow disciple was in trouble was an offense whose severity could range from minor to grave.
The punishment depended mainly on the circumstances and consequences.
In serious cases, one could even have their cultivation crippled and be expelled from the sect!
If Chanyu Xin had wanted Wang Chen to rescue the Wuliusi Guard Post, Wang Chen could have righteously refused—he was free to ignore a plea for help beyond his capabilities.
But if the other man merely wished to hide here and take shelter, then Wang Chen could not turn him away, whether by sentiment or reason.
Otherwise, once the matter came to light, setting aside punishment under the sect rules, his reputation within the sect would be ruined as well.
Therefore, Wang Chen returned to the guard station aboveground as quickly as possible.
While controlling the defensive formation, he opened the guard station's gates.
The instant the gates opened, a figure flashed inside.
Wang Chen immediately sealed the gates again.
Even so, an incomparably cold and sinister aura rushed into the hall, sending faint ripples across the defensive formation.
Rather than meeting this fellow disciple directly, Wang Chen spoke through the formation. "Senior Brother Shan, I need to inspect you. Please forgive me."
Chanyu Xin appeared to be around thirty. His face was lean, his eyes sharp and bright, and a long beard hung beneath his chin. Though he looked somewhat bedraggled at the moment, he still retained the bearing of a Purple Mansion cultivator.
He nodded readily. "Only natural."
Wang Chen immediately activated the formation's Evil Spirits detection function and inspected the fellow disciple who had come seeking refuge.
A faint gleam swept over Chanyu Xin's body in an instant.
The latter remained calm, without the