At the tall monk's words, the young heroes and heroines also noticed something amiss. Realizing they had falsely accused a good man, they actively admitted their mistake and corrected themselves on the spot.
There was none of that so-called righteous sort who would rather die for the sake of face, stubbornly stick to their guns, and insist on calling a good man evil.
A string of apologies rang out, interspersed with cries of "young hero" and "noble righteousness." Xiang Yuan's expression did not change. He simply watched them with the same cold face.
He held his saber across his side. "Who are you people, and why have you come to Song Family Village? Do not come any closer. How am I to know you are not Yellow Springs Dao disciples in disguise?"
He could disguise himself as a Yellow Springs Dao disciple; naturally, Yellow Springs Dao disciples could disguise themselves as young heroes of the martial world. This had to be made clear.
Faced with Xiang Yuan's utter lack of tact, several young heroes felt indignant. They were brimming with righteous energy—how did they resemble Yellow Springs Dao fiends?
It was still that same large monk who stepped forward. His bearing was imposing and his features upright. A plain gray monk's robe draped over his powerful physique, while his casserole-sized fists made it plain at a glance that he knew a little of the ways of reason.
Pressing his palms together, he said courteously, "This humble monk is Mingzhu, a cultivator of Small Treasury Temple. I have reached Acupoint Opening and travel the realm. These righteous men and women, like this humble monk, have all studied under renowned masters..."
"Having heard that Yellow Springs Dao fiends were causing trouble, we gathered together to slay demons and eliminate evil..."
"We slew