At Mount Song, upon hearing the rumors flying everywhere, Zuo Lengchan was so enraged that his blood surged, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Gu Hui... Gu Hui...
Innate... Innate..."
No matter how much he hated Gu Hui, even carving him into a thousand pieces would not be enough to vent his hatred.
But rumors said that fellow was already exploring the Innate realm, while he had yet to reach the level of the Eight Extraordinary Meridians. What could he do, no matter how much he hated him? He was powerless.
On the road to Wudang Mountain stood a pavilion. Inside sat two men, a Daoist and a monk, their lips moving as they spoke.
They were Chongxu, leader of Wudang, and Fangzheng, abbot of Shaolin.
"What does Master think of the news?" Chongxu stroked his beard and lightly swished his whisk.
"Amitabha Buddha, how good, how good. It likely did not arise from nothing; the rumors are probably true.
To take Dongfang Bubai as his wife—truly formidable.
Young people these days are becoming harder and harder to understand.
I only hope this Sect Master Gu remains content with his lot. Otherwise, the martial world will face many calamities."
Fangzheng pressed his palms together and recited a Buddhist invocation, his tone betraying neither joy nor anger.
"Infinite Heavenly Venerable. This old Daoist thinks he likely will. Otherwise, with this man's martial arts, he could have made a grand display of his abilities long ago. Yet he has remained tucked away atop Mount Hua.
He likely has no great ambitions, merely an obsessive devotee of martial arts.
Otherwise, he could not have attained such achievements in the martial way at such a young age.
I heard he once descended the mountain to travel and was gone for eight