The two Upper Third Rank experts were momentarily stunned.
The Sect experts both sides had brought exchanged looks.
The man before them was Yang Ling, Department Master of the Iron Clothes Department?
They had indeed heard his name lately.
But they had never thought anything of small fry like the Iron Clothes Department, and ordinarily would not even spare them a proper glance.
Why had this Department Master suddenly appeared, and why, even more inexplicably, did he want to arrest them?
Elder Wu and Elder Mo exchanged a glance, then looked at the disciples from both sides kneeling on the deck, their expressions darkening.
Elder Wu cast Yang Ling a sidelong glance, then looked elsewhere and said blandly:
"So it is Department Master Yang. My apologies.
"I am Wu Xiaotian of the Nine Immortal Dao Palace. Today, Elder Mo Changyun of the Divine Sect and I were sparring here.
"How have we offended you, Department Master Yang, that you would come to arrest us personally?"
"Did you report your sparring match to the Iron Clothes Department?"
Yang Ling smiled.
Report it?
Both men found this utterly baffling.
Mo Changyun's tone was somewhat hostile:
"Report what? All these years, we've sparred wherever we pleased. What business is it of your Iron Clothes Department?
"Rather, Department Master Yang, why are you humiliating the disciples and elders of my Divine Sect?"
Elder Zhao, Dongfang Jingshuo, and the others were red-faced with pent-up frustration.
"What business is it of my Iron Clothes Department? Well said."
Yang Ling laughed as he cursed, "You two old bastards, if you insist on singing each other's praises, find somewhere deserted.
"Then, even if you didn't report it, we could simply turn a blind eye.
"But you just had to choose this canal, the Tianyuan River.
"Why? Is the