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"Senior Brother..."
With a bruised and swollen face, Jing Meng stepped forward, wanting to say something.
"Hmph." Xiuling snorted coldly, "Of course, I'll bear it myself. Did you really think I would rely on the likes of you?"
"I..." Jing Meng, with hands dangling and head lowered, replied, "Yes..."
Striding into the hall with an extremely grim expression, Xiuling ignored the greetings from fellow sect members until he entered the grand hall and saw his meditating Master. His expression softened slightly as he lifted his robe and knelt on the ground, declaring loudly, "Master, your disciple has returned."
Master Xuanyin slowly opened his eyes and glanced at him, humming softly in acknowledgment.
"Master, your disciple is incompetent and was unable to bring Jing Yuan and Jing Yun back."
"Why?"
