Both the male disciple and the icy-haired woman felt their backs turning cold as Shen Yuan looked at them, the male cultivator nervously replied, "Haha…ha… we saw that the disciples of the Radiant Lotus Sacred Sect needed help so we came here to lend them a hand, nothing more."
Shen Yuan tilted his head back a little and asked, "Is what he saying the truth, Wan Ling?" even though he had a good idea of what happened after looking at the scene, he still wanted to be sure of it.
Wan Ling bit her lip as she remembered the disdain they showed for her before, but in the end, she sighed and replied, "Indeed, Senior Brother. They helped us out when the beast was chasing us in the forest."
The male disciple and the icy-haired disciple heaved a sigh as they cupped their fist, "We shall meet again if fate wills it, Fellow Daoist."
They both turned around and ran away, not wanting to stay a single second longer with Shen Yuan.
