Originally, while Geng Zhang and Fang Xun blamed themselves, they also felt rather aggrieved at being berated. They were just about to dust off their pants and run, since their grand-disciple had already come out. Heavenly City was surely doomed by now, and staying behind meant certain death.
Wouldn't it be better to seek their own path, establish a mountain sect, and found a school? Yet the moment I said this, not only did I give them plenty of face, I also turned their cowardly, life-clinging behavior on its head. The two of them could not help but reveal pleased expressions.
"Exactly! Pavilion Master Xia truly understands us brothers! You fellow Daoists, on the other hand, are being far too heartless! We came out first, and it is true that we failed to consider you, but we were considering the city lord and Pavilion Master Xia, as well as the disciples outside who had no one to command them, weren't we!? Every one of you moved your lips and cursed the two of us from head to toe. I want to see where you'll put your faces after we rescue you!" Geng Zhang loudly rebuked them.
Fang Xun naturally added another two blows: "It would be one thing if Tu Bo and Chi Niang were ignorant juniors, but Le Ying, are you ignorant too? Would we abandon you? How utterly baffling. We'll rescue you right now, but it isn't because we have deep feelings for you few. We're doing it for our city lord and Pavilion Master Xia, because of those words!"
"All right, all right, you two, please be so kind as to lend us a hand from outside! We really can't hold out much longer. Forget us—even Pavilion Master Xia and the city lord are under tremendous pressure!"