Cihang Zhai.
Beneath the setting sun, under streaks of golden clouds tinged with red, Yun Yuan, Yan Hong, Shi Jian, and all the other disciples of Cihang Zhai had gathered beneath the little bamboo building. Before this ordinary yet extraordinary little bamboo building, even Shi Jian, whose cultivation was not high, could sense the powerful surges of magical power constantly erupting beyond Great East Mountain.
With only the slightest focus, one could easily tell that within a thousand-mile radius of Great East Mountain, everything had already become one vast battlefield.
Just how many powerful cultivators had come from outside? How many places were witnessing fierce life-and-death duels?
How many people would enter Cihang Zhai and become enemies of Cihang Zhai?
Under the countless powerful auras outside, Cihang Zhai was like a tiny boat that could be torn apart at any moment amid raging wind and torrential rain. Yet at this moment, all the disciples of Cihang Zhai waited quietly outside the little bamboo building. No one left, and no one went out to see how many enemies there were or when they would come charging in.
This was Luo Bei's order.
Though Ming Ruo was only a woman, her standing in the hearts of all Cihang Zhai disciples probably surpassed that of the leaders of most sects in the hearts of their own disciples. Even if these disciples of Cihang Zhai doubted Ming Ruo's choice, they would never go against it. Ming Ruo had made Luo Bei the leader of Cihang Zhai. Though no man had ever led Cihang Zhai in a thousand years, now that Ming Ruo was gone, Luo Bei was the master of Cihang Zhai to everyone within it.
Thus, despite the immense pressure brought by the powerful magical fluctuations faintly carrying over from outside, they still