At this moment, on Miao Feng Mountain.
The Ugly Strong Daoist and the Plain Short Daoist slowly opened their eyes, their backs against the thick trunk of a tree as they looked up at the rustling leaves overhead and the fragmented blue sky beyond.
They were a little dizzy.
"Senior Brother, what happened?"
"Were we ambushed?"
They were dazed for quite a while before the two of them recalled what had just happened.
Last night, after they returned to the government office, they had been cursed out by Senior Brother Zhang again, and then at the crack of dawn today, they had been driven out once more to search the mountain.
Miao Feng Mountain was enormous. Who knew when they would ever finish searching it?
Clearly, once Little Martial Uncle arrived, he could just sweep his Spiritual Sense across it, and he would probably be done with the whole mountain in two days.
But to curry favor with Little Martial Uncle, Senior Brother Zhang insisted on making them search the mountain in this primitive way, wanting Little Martial Uncle to see some results.
There was no helping it. His cultivation was higher and his status was higher, so the two small fry had no choice but to obediently come out and work.
Their hearts were full of rotten luck.
Who would have thought that not long after they climbed the mountain, a gust of wind suddenly passed behind them, and both of their vision went black as they fainted?
Speaking of which, the two of them were Disciples of Careful Void Temple no matter what. Though they were not old, their cultivation was both at the middle stage and even late stage of the Qi Sea Realm, so ordinary people would not be able to subdue them so easily.
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