Outside Golden Ao Island.
Duobao's expression was calm, yet he could not hide the weariness and helplessness between his brows. He cupped his hands in salute, his tone earnest. "May the two Saints see clearly: these demonic beasts had long since lost their minds and were no different from puppets."
"This disciple acted only to safeguard Golden Ao Island. I had no other intention."
"I beg the Saints to look into this and allow this disciple to atone!"
He knew perfectly well that the two Saints had not appeared here over a few demonic beasts. Especially since they had injured him with their pressure the moment they met—there was certainly something suspicious afoot.
This beast tide had, nine times out of ten, been manipulated by them.
Yet there was nothing he could do. They were Saints, exalted in status, their rank weighing down the heavens.
Even though fury churned within him, he had to maintain the utmost respect on his face. Otherwise, he would be handing them a knife and giving others a hold over him, dragging the entire Jie Sect into it.
However, he had still underestimated the thickness of the Two Sages of the West's skin.
Jieyin gave a cold laugh. "Hmph, glib tongue!"
"By your account, are the two of us the ones who drove the demonic beasts from behind the scenes, framing others and shifting the blame?"
Zhunti's expression did not change, a smile hanging at the corners of his lips. "Your Master is still in Closed Door Meditation. As his Junior Brother, I shall discipline you in his stead today and teach you what it means to respect one's elders, what it means to know one's limits!"
Before his words had faded, Zhunti raised a hand and pressed downward. Saint's might fell with a thunderous