Fat Bro and Bamboo Pole flew toward the entrance of the Bai Family.
After leaving the mountain pass, they immediately saw three people standing in the center of the distant plaza.
"Fat Bro, I think it's them! Is the one in the middle someone who's done so many vile things that he has no face to show anyone?" Bamboo Pole muttered softly.
Although Bamboo Pole's voice was very quiet, what kind of people were the three across from them? A Sage and his disciples.
Ying Huo was revered as a Sage, his face obscured from view, his Royal Authority boundless. Yet from the mouth of that wretched, skinny man, he had instantly become someone who had done so many vile things that he had no face to show anyone.
"How dare you!" Ying Huo's disciple shouted angrily.
With that angry shout, a powerful aura came surging over.
"I wasn't talking about him! I wasn't talking about him!" Bamboo Pole hurriedly called out.
He had now pointed directly at Ying Huo, clearly insulting a bald monk while pointing at the Buddha. Ying Huo's two disciples immediately flushed red and lost their tempers.
"Enough," Ying Huo said indifferently.
"Master! Those two...!" Ying Huo's disciple cried.
"Stop," Ying Huo cut off the two of them.
"Idiot, must you let your mouth run wild? He's the strongest Sage under Heaven. He could crush us to death with one finger. Do you still want to see my sister or not?" Fat Bro scolded Bamboo Pole.
"I—I—Fat Bro, what should we do, then?" Bamboo Pole asked fearfully.
"Swoosh!"
Just then, the Bai Family disciple who had received them earlier flew back from the mountain pass behind them.
"G-Great Martial Grand-Uncle? Why are you here too?" the Bai Family disciple asked in surprise.
Then he turned to