Zhong Shan flew with a furrowed brow, but after covering barely a thousand li, he stopped!
Zhong Shan landed atop a mountain peak, and Nine Tails Princess and Su A Fo stopped as well.
"What's wrong?" the two asked in confusion.
"We can't get away. It turns out Yan Hui has been lying in ambush here all along!" Zhong Shan shook his head.
Sure enough, as everyone stopped, a large number of powerful figures suddenly closed in from all directions. Dressed in white Confucian robes, they stared fixedly at Zhong Shan.
At a glance, there were actually several thousand of them. Confucius's lineage truly had numerous disciples.
The crowd did not charge at Zhong Shan. They merely surrounded him, preventing the three from leaving.
The siege by so many powerful figures immediately drew the attention of experts from every direction. Yet none of them rushed over. There was no need to stand up for Zhong Shan, and besides, this was Confucius's lineage.
Zhong Shan stared intently toward the north.
A figure appeared in the northern sky out of thin air—a man in a loose blue robe. It was Yan Hui!
On the day the heavens were opened in the past, he had charged into the High Heaven Court, only to be forced back by the people of Zhuangzi's lineage in the end.
Zhong Shan looked at Yan Hui, and Yan Hui looked back at him.
"Zhong Shan? We haven't seen each other for more than a hundred years, yet even with your rusted-copper-like Root Bone, you've managed to advance so quickly?" Yan Hui said, astonishment in his voice.
"Yan Hui? Confucius came too, didn't he?" Zhong Shan said in a deep voice.
Confucius?
At those words, nearly everyone's pupils contracted. Confucius? Hongru Saint? He was coming too?
From Ying, Zhong