"There were quite a lot of people. Luckily, the square here was big enough, or there really wouldn't have been room for everyone."
Watching the members of the Six Major Sects swarm in from ahead, Shen Fei, seated in his chair, could not help shaking his head lightly. He had not counted carefully, but he had roughly assessed their numbers: a little over a hundred people, about the same as the number standing behind him.
It was not that the Six Major Sects had been reduced to just over a hundred survivors. Rather, quite a few had not come up with them and had instead been ordered to guard the mountain path below, lest they fall for some scheme of the Ming Cult. In the eyes of the Six Major Sects, Shen Fei's order to retreat meant the Ming Cult was plotting something.
"Come to think of it, Cheng Kun's earlier plan was quite good."
Taking the tea Xiao Zhao had poured for him, Shen Fei recalled Cheng Kun's previous scheme: burying gunpowder beneath Bright Peak. It was somewhat despicable, but it would definitely have inflicted devastating losses on the Six Major Sects. Of course, Shen Fei had merely considered it. Given the Ming Cult's sense of brotherhood, they clearly would not have agreed to such a plan.
But Shen Fei did not care about that. He had already prepared himself for what came next. Otherwise, he would not have set up a chair before so many people, with a tea table beside it laden with tea, fruit, and even sunflower seeds. The rest of the Ming Cult stood behind his chair.
Shen Fei's purpose was simple: he wanted to show off. He would not let the Ming Cult and the Six Major Sects engage in any duels next. He