Brother Sun reacted rather swiftly. Seeing Xiao Wuji, who was bound tightly, flying towards him, he quickly withdrew his trident, freed up his hands and gave Xiao Wuji a princess carry.
Before Brother Sun could start grumbling, Huang Donglai had already put on an air of an "elder", cleared his throat, and declared in a clear voice, "This old Daoist hasn't descended the mountain for many years. The names of you and your Master are indeed unfamiliar to me, eh? Which sect does your Master hail from?"
Upon hearing this, Sun Yixie immediately swallowed the complaint that was on the tip of his tongue, because he understood what Huang Donglai was up to.
As for the corpse puppet, he bowed his head respectfully and replied, "Answering the elder... my Master is a Loose Cultivator with no sect affiliation, and he hasn't lived over a hundred years. Given your seniority, it's not strange that you haven't heard of us..."
