As Youth led Ye Tian and Hong Ying toward Martial Uncle Qing Xuan's residence, several young disciples appeared halfway there. Though they were young, they still looked somewhat older than Youth.
"These two are Martial Uncle Qing Xuan's honored guests. I didn't bring them in."
Youth said, frowning as though he greatly disliked these senior brothers.
"Don't forget that you were the one who brought those assassins in before! And it's because of you that the sect master ordered no one to come and go freely. Now the rest of us can't even go out and have some fun."
One of the young men said in dissatisfaction, clearly holding a deep grudge against Youth.
"The sect master wasn't targeting me in the first place. It's because you people are too unrestrained, always leaving the mountain gate at will to wreak havoc elsewhere and ruin Heaven Mountain Peak's reputation."
Youth seemed displeased that they were shifting the blame onto him and spoke up in defense.
Ye Tian and Hong Ying stood to one side. Ye Tian watched the quarrel between fellow disciples within the sect with great interest.
"I don't care about that. You've brought outsiders in now, and the sect master once said that wasn't allowed."
"I know you're getting old, Senior Brother, but you're not deaf yet, are you? These two are honored guests invited by Martial Uncle Qing Xuan, not people I smuggled in myself."
Youth said, his tongue sharp as a blade.
"You brat, are you asking for a beating? You dare mock us?"
One hot-tempered young man rolled up his sleeves as if about to make a move, but his companion stopped him.
"You say they are honored guests invited by Martial Uncle Qing Xuan, but they look only a little older than you. What sort