"Sword One, Sword Two."
Chen Yuan stopped and gave the two old men a slight nod.
They were Daoist servants guarding Immortal Burial Cliff. Ever since Daoist Wu Zhen had entered seclusion, they had remained here without taking a single step away.
Their cultivation was unfathomable, and they obeyed Daoist Wu Zhen alone.
The old man named Sword One slowly raised his head. There was not the slightest emotion in his clouded eyes.
"Sect Master, please return."
His voice was dry and hoarse, like two rusted iron sheets grinding against each other.
The other old man, Sword Two, said nothing. He merely rested his hand on the hilt of the plain, unadorned wooden sword at his waist.
The atmosphere instantly tightened to the extreme.
"Elders, I have come today on a matter of utmost urgency. I must see Patriarch."
There was a trace of pleading in Chen Yuan's tone.
"Patriarch has given his order. During seclusion, no one is to disturb him."
Sword One's voice remained as cold as ever, without the slightest room for compromise.
"Those who trespass shall die."
Chen Yuan's expression darkened somewhat.
He knew the temperaments of these two Daoist servants. In their world, there was only their master's command.
Never mind him, the Sect Master—even if the Jade Emperor himself came, they would not yield half a step.
"This concerns Mount Shu's fortune for the next ten thousand years, and even Patriarch's Dao Path! I ask that you make an exception!"
Chen Yuan's voice grew heavier.
Yet Sword One merely slowly shook his head.
Sword Qi had already begun to curl around Sword Two's hand on the hilt.
A great battle seemed ready to erupt at any moment.
Chen Changqing had stood quietly behind Chen Yuan the entire time, watching the scene unfold.
He could