As Xu Jiuling finished speaking, relief instantly flooded the two disciples' faces.
They hastily bowed deeply and replied respectfully in unison:
"Thank you for your guidance, Hall Master Xu."
Then, in perfect accord, they both turned their gazes toward Qing Chen, their eyes filled with gratitude and respect, and said:
"Thank you for your advice, Island Lord Qing."
Immediately afterward, the two performed another impeccably proper bow, observing every courtesy.
They bent their waists very low, their manner utterly humble.
Only when Qing Chen's party had traveled farther and farther away, their figures gradually blurring into the distance,
did they tremblingly employ their Evasion Techniques again and cautiously continue onward, as though afraid of making even the slightest sound.
One disciple let out a heavy breath, still shaken, and said with a lingering tremor in his voice:
"Sikong, that scared me to death. Our luck today was simply awful. We actually ran into two Foundation Establishment martial uncles at once.
"Especially that cold-faced King of Hell, Hall Master Xu. I was completely stunned. I thought there was no escaping disaster this time and we were sure to be punished!"
The disciple called Sikong, lively and high-spirited by nature, repeatedly nodded in agreement, still shaken himself:
"Exactly! Luckily, that mysterious martial uncle was beside Hall Master Xu, haha.
"I wonder just who that martial uncle is, to have enough standing to plead for us while Hall Master Xu was in such a towering rage.
"If not for him, we would probably have been punished terribly today. Wushang, your uncle is the Deputy Hall Master of the Battle Hall. Does he know who that martial uncle is?"
At this, Miao Wushang's expression immediately grew solemn, and he said in complete earnest:
"Speaking of that martial uncle beside Hall Master Xu, though, I