No wonder Yin Liting was astonished. Over the years, Wudang and Shaolin had always been at odds. Ever since Shaolin had called his master a traitor, they had come looking for trouble every few days. Fifth Brother being driven to suicide had pushed the conflict between the two sides to its peak.
As their hypothetical enemy, the Wudang Sect had thoroughly studied Shaolin. Though Shaolin had many experts, the Wudang Seven Heroes were no weaker. Added to that was Zhang Sanfeng, an Earth Immortal-level existence, which had always made Shaolin deeply wary. Even Thirteen Absolute Divine Monk Xuancheng, whose praises were sung to the heavens, was far inferior to Zhang Sanfeng. Only in the past two years, when a mysterious Sweeping Monk had suddenly emerged, had Shaolin's highest-end combat power barely been able to contend with Wudang.
But Yin Liting had seen that Sweeping Monk. He clearly looked nothing like the ruddy-faced great monk before him. Learning all at once that Shaolin had two figures of that caliber, Yin Liting was immediately filled with worry.
While he was lost in wild thoughts, the group had already arrived at the small bamboo courtyard in the rear mountain. Yet they were soon stopped by the young Daoist attendants at the gate. "Great Grandmaster is in secluded cultivation and will not receive outside guests."
A eunuch stepped forward and shrieked, "Open your eyes and look carefully! This is the sovereign of Great Song, The Supreme Being himself. Is he some ordinary outside guest?"
"Th-this..." Seeing such a large group approach so aggressively, the two young Daoist attendants were somewhat intimidated. Yet bound by duty, they did not dare let them in.
"Sixth Martial Uncle!" Seeing Yin Liting, the two attendants seemed to spot their savior and hurriedly called out.
Yin Liting hesitated as