"Since you're the ringleader of this farce, I'm taking you with me." Ye Qingchen looked at the unconscious hedgehog-headed disciple and slowly reached out his hand.
"Stop!" Suddenly, an old and authoritative voice, tinged with anger, boomed from above.
Ye Qingchen looked up to see a frail figure appearing in the sky. By this point, the disciples' Formation had completely vanished. The elder stared down at Ye Qingchen and declared, "You're a foreigner, yet you dare to attack and injure disciples of our Wuji Immortal Palace! Such audacity! Our Wuji Immortal Palace has never been humiliated like this!"
Brimming with anger, the elder slowly descended to stand before Ye Qingchen.
Frowning, Ye Qingchen looked at the furious old man. "Who are you?"
The elder huffed coldly. "I am the Third Elder of the Wuji Immortal Palace, and I oversee its various affairs! Now, apologize to our disciples immediately, boy!"
