Sect Spy, Limited Abilities

"TELL ME THE TRUTH!"

A blaring voice echoed throughout the entire Blue Scale Sect. It was the only voice that could make the legs of every disciple weak. Even some of the elders would not dare oppose his authority. One stomp from him could already tear them into pieces. 

"Father, we really did not do anything. However, someone interfered, so we couldn't carry out your order of capturing at least one disciple from their sect. We were told that he was very talented. Hence, we fought him and he lost miserably because we're too many for him to beat."

The sect master, who was sitting on a throne-like chair and whose elbow was placed against the armrest, nodded slightly. For now, he believed his son's words. "Do you know who interfered?"

"We don't know," the burly man replied. "But I know that he should be an elder from their sect. It seems like he really is a talented disciple as there was someone guarding him."