This Matter is Good

"What's going on? Was this the work of an Evil Demon?"

"Why are these disciples acting like this?"

Seeing the scene before him, the Lingxu Holy Master was equally baffled.

Although the Lingxu Sacred Land was a righteous sacred land, who would go around with the word "good" constantly on their lips, even turning it into an exclamation or a question?

Though hearing the two of them casually use "good" to interact, using it as an exclamation, did not sound all that awkward. It even seemed strangely fitting.

For a moment, the Lingxu Holy Master even wondered whether he, too, could make use of the word "good," just like those fellows from the Buddhist Sect who always had "Amitabha" on their lips.

Even so, its appearance within the Lingxu Sacred Land still felt bizarre.

"Holy Master, what is it?"

The elders left behind gradually caught up as well. Seeing the Lingxu Holy Master halted in midair, they asked in puzzlement.

"I keep feeling that something is strange about the Sacred Land."

The Lingxu Holy Master swept his gaze over the disciples on the various peaks below. As he watched them converse, whenever they reached an animated point or voiced agreement, they would all end their words with "good."

More importantly, the Lingxu Holy Master sensed an unprecedented harmony from these people. Yes—harmony.

In the past, the Sacred Land's disciples had all been paving their own paths of cultivation. They were either carrying out missions or on their way to carry out missions. Even when they communicated, it was only for a brief time.

Yet now, some disciples could be seen sitting together on rolled mats, expounding the Dao to one another and exchanging their own insights into new spells.

In the past, Inner Sect disciples had looked down on those