The Bull Demon Clan monk knew very well that he held little status in Little Cold Mountain Temple or in Dragon Tree Monk's eyes. At most, he was someone who could be put to use.
Among these five, there might be someone capable of inheriting the Peacock King Sutra—or perhaps there might be no one at all. But he could not gamble on it.
Otherwise, if he offended one of them today through some unpleasant, even overbearing attitude, it might become the cause of his suffering in the future.
That was why he kept his mouth shut. The Rainbow Bridge was right here; if they could cross it, they could cross it. If not, it meant none of the five had any affinity with Little Cold Mountain Temple or the Peacock King Sutra. Even if they failed the second trial, it had nothing to do with him.
After all, Dragon Tree Monk had only instructed him to conduct three trials; he had not specified any time limit, leaving him considerable room to maneuver.
The five stood before the gates of Little Cold Mountain Temple for the time it took an incense stick to burn, yet not one of them took the initiative.
In the end, that member of the Sky Wolf Clan seemed to have finally run out of patience. After a moment's thought, he said,
"Since none of you are willing to step onto this Rainbow Bridge, then I shall go first."
As soon as the words fell, he paid no heed to the expressions on the others' faces, nor did he care what the surrounding onlookers thought. Calmly and steadily, he stepped onto one end of the Rainbow Bridge.
The instant the young prodigy of the Heavenly Wolf Tribe set foot on the bridge, a crisp bell chime