Angry curses echoed through the mountain path.
Yet the child was not afraid in the slightest.
He merely looked at Cheng Buxiu with a smile that was not quite a smile.
"Well?"
Cheng Buxiu's body trembled faintly.
His hands hanging at his sides clenched tightly into fists.
Though the fury in his heart could no longer be suppressed, what could he do at this moment?!
Cheng Buxiu slowly closed his eyes.
Great Tang's situation was now as perilous as a pile of eggs, while demons ran rampant from Spirit Mountain.
Every moment of delay meant the miserable deaths of tens of thousands of common folk.
Five Immortals Mountain...
Perhaps it truly was the quickest way to resolve the two crises before them.
If they missed Five Immortals Mountain...
Though the fall of the nation was still far off, the price in between was something they could never accept.
Compared to that...
What did this old face of his amount to?
"Little Daoist... do you truly mean that?"
The child shrugged. "I never lie."
"Fine."
Cheng Buxiu nodded.
He straightened his somewhat disheveled robes and brushed the dust from his cloak.
Every movement was meticulous.
As solemn as when he normally attended court and met the emperor.
Then...
Beneath the gazes of dozens of people whose eyes were nearly splitting apart...
He slowly bent the back that had never bowed before an enemy.
Cheng Buxiu braced both hands on the ground and lowered his head.
The expression on his aged face could not be seen.
"Woof, woof, woof..."
Behind him...
Dozens of men with iron bones and unyielding spirit had all reddened their eyes.
Some bit their lips so hard that they drew blood.
Some turned their heads away, unable to bear watching any longer.
A dignified Attendant of Great Tang's