C902 Gratitude
C902 Gratitude
"The two guardians you mentioned, who are they? What kind of status do they have in your cult?"
The martial artist looked at Ye Ziheng with a mocking smile on his face, but it didn't seem to be for Ye Ziheng to see.
"Since the sect is heartless to us, don't blame me for being unjust. You want to know about the sect, right? You want to know what the two guardians are, right? Alright, I'll tell you everything now."
"In the sect, the one with the highest status is our sect master. However, he usually doesn't like others calling him that. Instead, he wants us to call him King. Below him are the three strongest warriors of our Heavenly Star Sect. All of them are at the Ninth-grade Stage, and they are called the Three Protectors. They were all promoted by the Lord all the way here."
Ye Ziheng nodded his head and asked.
"Do you know who these Three Protectors are and what they are called?"
The warrior nodded and was about to say something when a voice suddenly came from afar.
"I don't like being introduced. Let me introduce myself."
As he spoke, a man in a purple robe slowly descended from the sky. He had a smile on his face as he looked at Ye Ziheng and nearly a thousand martial artists.
"I am Zhou Muran. Sir Nether Serpent King, please sit down. The second protector is also here."
When Ye Ziheng heard this title, his eyes immediately revealed a bright light as he looked at Zhou Muran. Before he could say anything, a furious roar suddenly sounded.
"Zhou Muran! I never thought that it would be you, a dog thief! How dare you betray the sect and become a dog of the evil sect! You are so shameless! "
After Ye Ziheng and Zhou Muran heard this, they both turned their heads and looked in the direction of the voice.
It was a Fifth-grade Stage disciple. Ye Ziheng had never interacted with him before, so he didn't know who he was. However, the man was wearing the disciple uniform of Black Tiger Sect. Therefore, Ye Ziheng could roughly guess what he was wearing.
However, Ye Ziheng didn't interrupt immediately. Instead, he just watched quietly. He wanted to hear how Zhou Muran and the disciples of Black Tiger Sect would argue.
"Oh, I didn't expect that someone would remember me. This really surprised me. I thought that all of you had already forgotten about me."
When the disciple of Black Tiger Sect heard this, he couldn't help but sneer and continued.
"I forgot. Hehe, we can forget about this. But can you forget about it yourself?! If it wasn't for Master bringing people to the training grounds to search for you, would you have been able to come back alive?! If it wasn't for Master having his men prepare the perfect tonic soup for you! Can you recover so quickly?! If you aren't grateful, then it's fine if you run away, but now you're actually siding with the evil sect? Helping the enemy to do evil! ... Doesn't your conscience hurt?
After listening to the words of the Black Tiger Sect disciple, Ye Ziheng seemed to have realized something.
In the trial ground, he searched, healed, and treated his injuries. In the end, he even ran away. The more Ye Ziheng thought about it, the more familiar he felt it was. It was as if he had heard of it somewhere before.
While Ye Ziheng was thinking, Zhou Muran on the other side laughed once again, full of ridicule.
"Gratitude? Save me? Hahaha, how ridiculous. Was he trying to save me? He just wanted to find out what happened down there from my mouth so that he could find his brother. Save me, if I'm useless, he would be willing to use those treasures to save me!"