Yang the Third pleaded.
The phoenix trees blocking the road formed a long line, over a hundred of them, each needing two or three people to encircle. The guards could not clear them in a short time. However, if the two Immortal Masters joined him in using body technique, they could leap over in an instant and quickly reach the mountain.
"What did you say?"
One of them was furious and crushed the wine cup in his hand into powder.
"Hey, senior brother, forget it, let's wake up that Little Prince sooner so we can continue to enjoy ourselves."
One of them grabbed the other and said.
"Damn it, what bad luck."
The man cursed.
After tidying his clothes, he reluctantly got out of the carriage.
Yang the Third also dismounted from his horse.
Inwardly, he cursed their ancestors thoroughly, but on the surface, he was all smiles and clasped his hands, saying, "Please, follow me, Immortal Masters!"
"Wait, senior brother, doesn't this seem odd?"
