As soon as they entered the main tent, they saw a familiar figure sitting in the seat of honor.
"M-M-M... Master!!"
"Your disciples pay their respects, Master!!"
Realizing it was their own Master, the two knelt and saluted in unison.
Looking at his two disciples kneeling on the ground, Xian Junyu was momentarily speechless.
These two were vastly stronger than in the original story, yet they still could not protect Wen Zhong. Really...
"Enough, get up. Our Interception Sect has no habit of kneeling to everyone we meet!"
"Thank you, Master!!"
Only with their Master's permission did the two dare rise.
"Greetings, Martial Aunt!!"
After rising, the two immediately cupped their hands and saluted their Martial Aunt Jin Ling.
Seeing this, Jin Ling merely waved a hand.
"What happened with you two? Why weren't you properly protecting your senior brother instead of letting him fall into danger?"
Xian Junyu questioned them.
Wen Zhong was at the peak of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm, Nezha also had Daluo Golden Immortal cultivation, and Yang Jian had inherited his true teachings and already entered the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal realm. That they still could not win genuinely surprised him.
"Master, I know I was wrong, but you can't blame us entirely. This time, we fell for their scheme to lure the tiger away from its mountain. The pressure I faced was no less than Senior Brother Wen Zhong's!"
"Exactly, exactly! The enemy was too cunning!"
The two disciples slowly explained.
Yang Jian was indeed not lying. Although he was a Primordial Origin Golden Immortal facing only ten cultivators at the peak of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm, their ten-person formation was truly maddening.
"First Senior Uncle, this wasn't my two junior brothers' fault. I failed to see through the enemy's treacherous scheme. It