The two wore long black robes, their faces anxious and sorrowful. Though they seemed to be searching for something, every movement appeared to embody the profound truths of heaven and earth, giving them the air of otherworldly masters.
What are those two doing here?
Daochen frowned, concealed his aura, and turned into a streak of light, carefully following behind them.
These two were none other than the fellow disciples Jieyin and Zhunti.
No wonder Daochen had not seen the Two Brothers when he first entered Mount Dongyang. They had already slipped deep inside.
Given the Two Brothers' temperaments, there was only one reason for them to appear on Mount Dongyang at a time like this—plunder!
Just as that thought flashed through Daochen's mind, Zhunti swept his great sleeve. Every spiritual root in the medicine garden outside Mount Dongyang's main hall was uprooted, turning into streaks of light that vanished into his sleeve.
"Eastern Prince really is dirt-poor. A medicine garden belonging to the mighty Immortal Court, and not a single xiantian spiritual root!"
Zhunti glanced at the spiritual roots inside his sleeve and could not help complaining.
"Poor doesn't even begin to describe it. I haven't seen a single Xiantian Spiritual Treasure along the way. All I picked up were a few Houtian Spirit Treasures, and even those had their spirituality badly damaged in the fighting just now."
Jieyin could not help complaining either.
His face had always looked miserable, and now it looked more miserable still.
The two of them were poor enough, but they had never imagined Eastern Prince would be even poorer.
He was so poor he was practically shedding crumbs!
Had they known, they would never have wasted their time here.
At the thought, regret turned their guts green.
Hearing Jieyin and Zhunti complain, Daochen nearly