A Millennium of Prosperity

"Fellow Daoist Yang, we came to rescue you this time out of respect for the Yang family. Do not act as though we owe you something. Why should we help you search for that Rogue Cultivator who escaped?" Jiang Nanbei's expression darkened, clearly dissatisfied with meddling in such trivial affairs.

"We also have important matters to attend to afterward. Please forgive us, but we cannot comply with such a request!" Jiang Dongxi said with displeasure written across his face.

"If Elder Hongyi learns that you are handling things like this, I fear you will not escape a harsh scolding!" Ye Tian said coldly.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, you cannot casually throw around such baseless accusations. Let us not even discuss whether the elder will agree with your claims. As for Wu Yingyou's death, if my brother and I do not testify before the elder that he truly deserved to die, do you think you can clear yourself of suspicion all by yourself?" Jiang Nanbei arrogantly raised his head, looking as though he were offering Ye Tian guidance.

"As the saying goes, a wise man submits to circumstances. Fellow Daoist Yang, it is getting late. If we fail to find that Rogue Cultivator who escaped, and the elder is angered, then forget about Wu Yingyou's death—even if you are from the Yang family, do not dream of surviving in the secret realm." Jiang Dongxi said icily.

"If that is the case, then Yang will not trouble you further!" Ye Tian casually tossed the delirious Wu Yingyou before Jiang Nanbei and Jiang Dongxi.

"What does Fellow Daoist Yang mean by this?" Jiang Nanbei's face darkened like still water, and an imperceptible flash of killing intent passed through his eyes as he stared at Ye Tian.

Yet such a subtle change could not escape