The two Upper Third-Grade masters were momentarily stunned.
The sect experts they had brought exchanged bewildered looks.
The man was Yang Ling, Division Chief of the Iron Garment Division?
They had heard his name lately.
But they had never taken a minor outfit like the Iron Garment Division seriously. Ordinarily, they would not even give its people a second glance.
Why had this Division Chief suddenly appeared, demanding to arrest them?
Elder Wu and Elder Mo exchanged a glance, then looked at their disciples kneeling on the deck. Their faces darkened.
Elder Wu glanced sideways at Yang Ling, then looked away and said coolly:
"So it's Division Chief Yang. Forgive me for not recognizing you.
I am Wu Xiaotian of the Nine Immortal Dao Palace. Today, I was sparring here with Elder Mo Changyun of the Divine Sect.
How have we offended Division Chief Yang, that you would come to arrest us personally?"
"Did you report your sparring match to the Iron Garment Division?"
Yang Ling smiled.
Report it?
The two men were baffled.
Mo Changyun's tone turned unfriendly:
"Report what? For years, we've sparred wherever we pleased. What business is it of the Iron Garment Division?
And why have you humiliated a Divine Sect disciple and elder, Division Chief Yang?"
Elder Zhao and Dongfang Jingshuo flushed crimson.
"'What business is it of the Iron Garment Division?' Nicely put."
Yang Ling laughed derisively. "You two old fools can go flatter each other somewhere deserted.
Then, even if you don't report it, we can turn a blind eye.
But you had to choose the Tianyuan River.
What, is the scenery too beautiful here? Or did you want all these passing boats to witness your extraordinary skills?"
Mo Changyun heard none of it beyond "old fools."
Rage surged through him.
He vanished