Ye Gu Xing glanced irritably at the square-built artifact cultivator behind him and replied blandly, "Zhuang Hong, Zhu Jing is also a city-defending general. Since he has already reported it, what need is there for this old man to say more?"
The square-built artifact cultivator, Zhu Jing, may have felt somewhat awkward, but none of it showed on his face. His expression unchanged, he said, "Reporting to Sword Master Ye, this subordinate received the news and hurried to report it to my own Sword Master, so the information I obtained was not entirely accurate..."
"Hehe..." The artifact cultivator leader called Zhuang Hong smiled faintly. "Zhu Jing only defends one corner of Xuntian City. How could he know more than General Meng? Besides, Sword Master Ye controls all of Xuntian City's defenses and affairs. We merely provide assistance. Naturally, our Feiyu Gate cannot know as much as the Xunshan Sword Gate..."
Hearing Zhuang Hong excuse Zhu Jing, Ye Gu Xing sighed softly to himself. He also knew that with an unknown enemy at their gates, the three parties defending Xuntian City could not throw their own ranks into disarray first. Thus, he opened his mouth and said, "This is what happened..."
Unfortunately, before he could finish, a wild wind suddenly rose with a mournful "woo woo." Several enormous beast cultivators descended from the sky amid the gale. At their head was a beast cultivator several times larger than an ordinary man, his face covered in white fur. Before he even landed, he let out a roar like a bear's bellow. "Sword Friend Ye, which blind little bastard dares offend our Xuntian City?"
Sensing a primitive savagery radiating from the beast cultivator, Ye Gu Xing did not dare speak as mockingly as he had to Zhuang Hong earlier. He changed his tone