The disciple from the Misty Immortal Sect sheepishly withdrew his hand, but his mouth still refused to let the other man off. "If you don't know, just say so! What were you hemming and hawing for?"
The man only grew angrier. "I hadn't figured out how to say it yet! Who knew you'd strike so quickly? And do you think it's something to be proud of, being inner gate disciples who know nothing about this? Why should I have to tell you, anyway?"
The third man, who had been listening beside them the whole time, could not help twitching the corner of his mouth and looking away. Could he really still place in the competition if he teamed up with these two idiots?
He did not think the odds were good, so he took the first step and left.
One had no brains and only knew how to charge blindly ahead; the other clung to his pride and suffered for it.
Forget it. Sure enough, when out in the world, he could only rely on himself.
The man had not gone far before he noticed the two little tails trailing behind him.
He chuckled. "Might I ask why you two fellow Daoists are following me?"
The disciple from the Misty Immortal Sect pulled his lips into a smile. "As the saying goes, more people mean more strength. Three of us breaking formations will be faster than you doing it alone. Actually, my aptitude for formation arts is average, and when I asked this fellow from the Heavenly Dawn Sect just now, his seemed pretty ordinary too.
"So the two of us discussed it and decided to lend you a hand."
The smile on the man's face froze, and the corner of his mouth twitched. Inwardly, he was utterly cold. *No,