Since he had agreed, Meng Chen said to the two Soul Saint guards, "Go back and recover first. Leave Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing's safety to me."
The two Soul Saint guards exchanged glances.
One of them seemed afraid that Ning Fengzhi would blame him and hesitated. "Lord Meng, are you sure? We may be injured, but we haven't completely lost our fighting ability. If we return empty-handed like this, how are we supposed to explain ourselves to the Sect Master?"
Before Meng Chen could refute him, the other Soul Saint guard stepped on the hesitant guard's foot. "Lord Meng is now an Eight-Ring Soul Douluo. One finger of his is stronger than you. Do you really think he needs you dragging him down?"
After saying that, the Soul Saint guard cupped his hands toward Meng Chen. "Thank you, Lord Meng. Then we'll head back first!"
"Ah?"
The other guard still wanted to say something, but his mouth was covered as he was dragged away.
After walking roughly a hundred paces, they suddenly began speaking in low voices.
"Brother, are we really just going back like this? What do we say if the Sect Master asks?"
The other Soul Saint cursed, "Idiot, what else would we say? Tell the truth: 'Lord Meng saved us, then voluntarily offered to look after the Young Sect Master and the others for the rest of their journey.' The Sect Master won't have any objections."
"Ah? Wouldn't that make us look negligent? Do you think the Sect Master would be happy about that?"
"Tch, isn't that why I said you're an idiot? The Sect Master has long intended to take Lord Meng as a son-in-law; he just hasn't said so openly. If we report the truth when we get back, the Sect Master will only