They made their way all the way to the entrance of the main hall, where the two of them were stopped by the headmaster's personal guards.
The guards standing watch at the gate were all elite fighters selected from the best of the best. Even the weakest among them possessed cultivation at the Great Saint Realm; ordinary people did not even qualify to be chosen.
At that moment, they stopped the two men.
"Stop!" The leader of the personal guards stepped forward, blocking their way as he shouted.
"What? Are you going to stop even me?" Ying Bubai said with a frown.
"No, you may enter. But this person's origins are unknown, and we cannot simply let him in. Please understand our duties as well!" the guard leader said awkwardly. Their task was of paramount importance: they were the first line of defense protecting the headmaster. Under normal circumstances, it would not have mattered. Huang Wuji was one of the strongest experts in True Martial School—who could possibly hurt him? But now Huang Wuji was gravely injured and unconscious, and everything had become shrouded in uncertainty. They had no choice but to be cautious.
Ying Bubai was about to fly into a rage when, suddenly, a steady middle-aged man's voice came from within. "You lot can't recognize Mount Tai when it stands before you. Is this man really someone of unknown origin?"
As the words fell, an armored figure walked out. Ye Xiwen took one look and saw that he was a burly, bearded man. The man strode out and said in a deep, booming voice, "Are you blind, you dogs? This is Senior Ye Xiwen, not some man of unknown origin!"
"You know me?" Ye Xiwen asked, looking at the bearded man with some surprise.
"Of course. Back when