Shengjing City had become a place where every rustle of wind and cry of crane put people on edge, and many martial arts sects found this deeply objectionable.
After all, they all came from top-tier major sects, yet they had to wait like ordinary martial artists for the Six Fan Sect to search them. This left many of them grumbling bitterly.
But grumbling was all they did. No one was foolish enough to truly dare raise a hand against the Six Fan Sect within Shengjing City.
They could all see that Great Zhou was genuinely enraged this time. The Six Fan Sect had joined forces with the military and the imperial palace's experts. If they blindly ran into them, people would really die.
Inside an inn in Shengjing City, the Shaolin Temple party watched the Six Fan Sect constables and Great Zhou soldiers streaming back and forth along the long street. Xuantong sighed. "Troubled times indeed. I only hope the people of the Heavenly Court and Underworld do not involve themselves in this struggle for the heir apparent's position."
As the head of Prajna Hall, Xuantong naturally knew of the Heavenly Court and Underworld, as well as how terrifying they were.
If it really was people from the Heavenly Court and Underworld this time, then let alone him, the head of Prajna Hall—even the entire Shaolin Temple would be unable to stop them.
Xuantong turned to the Shaolin Temple disciples and said, "Shengjing City has been somewhat chaotic lately, so do not wander around. Stay in the inn and do not go out."
The monks all nodded and answered in unison.
They had always cultivated bitterly within Shaolin Temple anyway, so staying inside an inn for a few days was naturally nothing to them.
They should actually have been staying