Wen Juecheng had lived this long by knowing when to play the fool; when it was time to act like a grandson, he acted like a grandson. His goal in coming here was simply to rescue the hostages. A physical altercation was out of the question, so he decided to humble himself first.
With a cheerful smile, Wen Juecheng cupped his hands in a salute toward the old man in white. "I believe the master has mistaken us for someone else. My name is Wen Juecheng. I didn't know you masters were here meditating and practicing Zen; please forgive the intrusion. The individuals you have taken are my juniors. They may have spoken out of turn or acted improperly, causing you displeasure. I have come with all sincerity to redeem them. Name your price, and I will take them back immediately. Please rest assured, once I get them back, I will discipline them strictly to ensure they never act out of line again."
The white-robed old man chuckled. "Whether they live or die depends entirely on the will of the Holy One!"
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