"Hehe," Cheng Ziang smiled faintly, waving his hand as he spoke to Ming He, "Lord, please let them in, those two are our friends."
"Sorry, the orders I received were to protect the saints and not to let just anyone near the manor lords." Ming He refused his request without hesitation.
"Who are you calling just anyone? I'm a disciple of the Hongying Sect!" Xing Hu retorted, dissatisfied.
"Are you trying to protect the saints, or imprison them? If it's the former, why are we not even allowed to meet our friends, something the Anxiang family of Qi State wouldn't dare to treat us like this. If it's the latter, then we need to seriously consider our options." Cheng Ziang said coldly.
"I am only trying to ensure the safety of the saints and the manor lords," Ming He replied with a troubled expression, respectfully.
"If it's protection, why not let us meet our friends? At the end of the day, it's still imprisonment in the name of protection." Cheng Ziang continued coldly.
