Wudang Mountain was draped in mourning white, and many people wore grim expressions.
At that moment, someone arrived at Wudang Mountain.
The moment he arrived, he directly presented a visiting card.
When Song Yuanqiao received the news and heard that the visiting card had been delivered by someone from the Sky Eagle Cult,
his expression instantly changed. He took the card and went straight to Zhang Sanfeng's room.
Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Master, someone from the Sky Eagle Cult has come. This disciple truly does not know what to say!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng, who had been meditating inside to steady his mind, opened his eyes.
Though he had long seen through many things, that did not mean he had no temper.
If he had not been worried about the other disciples of Wudang Mountain behind him, Zhang Sanfeng would have already descended the mountain with the Zhenwu Sword on his back.
After all, Zhang Sanfeng was no harmless old man. Otherwise, there would never have been the Sixty-Year Demon Extermination.
It was only because of the Wudang disciples over the years that he had rarely gone down the mountain to take action. He had too many concerns.
But that did not mean there was no anger in his heart.
Zhang Sanfeng took a deep breath, then slowly said,
"Heh! Since you think I cannot leave the mountain and do not dare act recklessly, you dare come to my mountain to cause trouble.
Even if I cannot go, that does not mean others cannot!
Although Cuishan once said not to let them know, and even not to let them seek revenge, things have already reached this point.
What is there left to think about? Back then, I should never have taught you all this