Hearing someone berating them, Zhang Xiaohua, Lu Chaoxian, and the disciples leading the group all looked up.
They saw a middle-aged man in brocade robes approaching from not far away, his arms and legs long, his temples bulging high. With fury written across his face, he raced over using lightness skill. Judging by his attire, he was a disciple of Wuming Hall.
Before the middle-aged man even drew near, one of Wuming Hall's leading disciples hurried forward, saluted, and respectfully said, "Martial Uncle Zhang, you arrived early?"
Martial Uncle Zhang's anger did not lessen in the slightest because of the disciple's respectfulness. When he reached them, he still barked, "Was it you? Did you have your disciples gallop their horses at full speed? Do you know that rapid passage through this dense forest is most taboo? Only by proceeding slowly can one avoid danger!"
The leading disciple wore a bitter smile. "Martial Uncle Zhang, please do not blame us yet. Please hear this disciple's explanation. When this disciple came down the mountain, what Martial Uncle told us was perfectly clear, and this disciple naturally kept it firmly in mind. It was just that... the situation was different from what Martial Uncle had described before. Not only were horses and carriages getting trapped in the forest, but even the road out of the forest had become longer than before. It seemed we would not be able to get out within an hour, so... so this disciple hurriedly led the brothers forward at a gallop. Look, if we had not moved quickly, who knew how many Pill-Refining Hall disciples behind us would have been trapped? Even now, one carriage has been left behind and cannot get out!"
As he spoke, his eyes involuntarily swept toward the group of Wuming Hall disciples.
"You...