Li Mu turned to Abbess Lingfeng and said, "Martial Aunt, everyone present is a fellow member of Pingyang's martial world. We were tracking the Demonic Cult's movements. After receiving word that Mingshan Village had been slaughtered, we hurried over.
"Judging from the scene, the killers may be the same group who attacked you. Could you tell us the specifics first?"
It was a blatant hint. If Abbess Lingfeng still failed to react, she would have lived all these years in vain.
Though the people before her varied wildly in strength, there were many of them, and they were local powers in Pingyang. If she could drag them onto the war chariot, whether to rescue people or to fight the Demonic Cult, they would be no small help.
Realizing everyone's value, Abbess Lingfeng quickly adjusted her state of mind, brought her palms together, bowed to them in Buddhist salute, and said, "Amitabha. This poor nun greets all you heroes!"
They all made their living in Shanxi's martial world, so naturally they knew the weight the Mount Heng Sect carried. Everyone hurriedly cupped their fists and returned the salute.
The younger generation was still immersed in the joy of dealing with a major figure of the jianghu, but the old hands were secretly groaning.
"When someone is overly courteous, they must want something."
This timeless principle applied in the jianghu as well. Having accepted this salute, when it came time to go to the rescue, everyone could only follow along.
Qiu Changfeng felt it the most deeply. In the great battle eighteen years ago, the immature Five Mountains Sword Sects had still been foolishly charging forward on their own. Now they had already begun pulling in cannon fodder.
The scene before him was hardly unfamiliar. No secrets could be hidden in the