The dust billowing into the sky above the Flying Swan Sect's grounds soon caught the attention of the townspeople.
"What's happening? Has the earth dragon rolled over?!"
"Did a mud dragon come down the mountain and crash into the Flying Swan Sect? What else could make such a racket?!"
"It's like a mountain collapsed..."
"The mountain god is angry!"
"It won't reach our town, will it? Should we get farther away? Maybe run first?"
"I don't see a landslide or mudflow. Could the ground have caved in?"
"..."
Many townspeople stood on tiptoe, gazing toward the Flying Swan Sect. Columns of earth had shot into the air, and dust seemed to have swallowed the whole place. Everyone stared in astonishment.
At the western edge of town, the Flying Swan Sect disciples recruiting new members stood dumbfounded. They gazed at the terrifying sight, as though mountains were collapsing and the earth splitting open, their mouths agape.
"Senior Brother, our sect hasn't been buried, has it?" one asked in terror.
"How could this happen? If everything's buried, what about the silver I left in my room?"
"Shut up, idiot! The elders and the grand elder are inside. Even if a mud dragon came down the mountain, it couldn't bury our entire sect!"
"Junior Sister Qin is still there. I have to save her!"
"..."
Some disciples stood rooted to the spot. Some were frantic with worry, while others sprinted toward the sect grounds.
Meanwhile, on the third floor of an inn in town, the brothers Zhao Changguang and Zhao Changming heard the commotion and went to the window. They opened its wooden shutters and looked toward the Flying Swan Sect, nestled against the mountains beside the water.
When they saw it hidden beneath a sky full of dust, their eyes widened. They