"What is the meaning of this, everyone? Why are you blocking our path in broad daylight?"
His gaze swept over the emblems on their clothing, his heart understanding, but he deliberately questioned.
"Judging by your attire, you must be esteemed disciples of the Purple Mist Divine Sect, correct? I wonder how my master-servant duo has offended your sect?"
The leading captain snorted coldly, his voice like clashing metals.
"Spare the chatter! Recently, the Southern Border has been unstable. All unfamiliar faces must be thoroughly interrogated! State your names and origins! If there's any falsehood, don't blame us for being ruthless with our spears!"
Situ Qingfeng snapped his folding fan shut with a "pa," gently tapping the fan's frame on his palm, his face showing an appropriate amount of arrogance.
"I am Situ Qingfeng, son of Situ Ling, one of the top ten experts of the Southern Border, known as 'Wind Splitting Palm'! Beside me is my attendant, Situ Gu.
