Hurry and take out the scroll...
"We have urgent matters to report to the Immortal Elder! The Hell Rift conceals profound secrets! Please examine this, Immortal Elder!"
As if possessed, the middle-aged male cultivator accepted the scroll. He did not know why he had done so himself. Frowning, he opened it and gave it a glance, while the other two young cultivators leaned closer to look.
What was this? The three stared at one another.
"What is this supposed to be? Enough. Offending the immortal sect warrants punishment."
The young man surnamed Yuan panicked.
"Immortal, please quell your anger. The two of us called out for a long time without receiving any response, so we resorted to this measure. This time—"
Before he could finish, the middle-aged man cut him off.
"Such noise. The sect only accepts noble and pure Heavenly Clan members, not lowly people. We should have driven you down the mountain, but your offense against our immortal sect cannot go unpunished. Since this is your first offense, you will be imprisoned in the pit dungeon for seven days as a warning."
"Noble and pure Heavenly Clan...?"
The two young men were so bewildered that they forgot to struggle. What was all this nonsensical mess? They could not understand it at all.
In a muddle, the man put away the scroll and ordered one of the others to carry the net bag to the pit dungeon for imprisonment. They crossed the iron chains up the mountain again, never taking the words of the two mortals to heart and treating them only as a joke.
Mortal commoners actually dared to prattle about formations.
It was simply laughable and foolish.
After taking a few steps, he looked down. Why was the scrap paper still in his hand?
"Hmph! Foolish and