On the preaching platform, the Purple Mansion cultivator spoke in a torrent of words.
Below the preaching platform, nearly a thousand cultivators listened intently.
Including Wang Chen, the cultivators in the dojo were fully focused, committing to memory and comprehending the Dao teachings expounded by Changchun.
No matter how many little factions these Inner Sect Disciples had split into, nor how many grudges and frictions lay between them, at this moment, everyone consciously set themselves straight in their identity as seekers of the Dao!
And every cultivator present was naturally infected by the atmosphere of the dojo.
Before they knew it, they had immersed themselves in it.
"Changchun!"
Just as everyone was becoming absorbed in the lecture and gaining faint insights, a woman's sharp cry suddenly rang out from the clouds above.
Crack!
A bolt of lightning descended from the heavens, striking viciously toward Changchun on the preaching platform.
Though the attack had come without warning, True Person Changchun reacted with astonishing speed, immediately rolling away in a move like a lazy donkey rolling in the dust.
The motion was exceptionally practiced!
Yet while the monk might escape, the temple could not. The brocade cloud cushions, purple sandalwood tables, calming incense burners, red-clay tea stoves, and the like were all blasted into fragments by that lightning bolt.
The two maidservants nearby shrieked and fled for their lives.
The Inner Sect Disciples who witnessed the scene were all dumbfounded!
Within the Yunyang Sect inner sect, atop Sunset Peak, someone had actually attacked a Purple Mansion cultivator in broad daylight.
Were they not afraid that True Person Mu would fly over on a sword and take their head on the spot?
They were truly audacious to the extreme!
True Person Changchun was both embarrassed and enraged. Stomping his foot, he cursed, "Huang