After a brief moment, the two middle-aged men in purple clothes returned to the entrance of the main hall. They gave fist salutes and said with a hoarse voice, "Elders, Zhuge Tian has already escaped, his personal scribe Qiao San was there. We've already brought him over, he's in your hands, elders!"
"Qiao San, come in!" Ji Ye said in a low tone.
Qiao San strode into the main hall and greeted them with a fist salute, then he stood aside respectfully.
"What's going on, Qiao San, where's Zhuge Tian?" Ji Ye scoffed and said, his expression was so gloomy and cold like a winter snowstorm.
Qiao San replied respectfully, "Reporting to Elder Jin. The young master has left the mountain to travel."
"Left the mountain?" Jin Ye humphed, "When was this?"
"He left not long before you arrived at the mountain, Elder Jin. It was very coincidental." Qiao San replied.