"Brother Shu! Are you all right?"
Fang Lu, Er Daiyuan, and the others hurried forward as well, asking after him.
Someone immediately bowed in greeting. "Greetings, Mountain Lord!"
Fang Shu first supported his second uncle and spoke with him for a while, then smiled and responded to each of them in turn.
Seeing that Fang Shu was indeed entirely unharmed and that the great matter had been settled, everyone who had emerged from the secret realm wore relaxed expressions.
Yet when they saw the devastation atop the mountain, they could not help asking, "What exactly happened here on the summit? Where have all the others gone?"
At this time, the three hundred Mount Lu immortals lying unconscious on the ground also began to awaken.
After opening their eyes, each of them looked dull and dazed, as though they knew nothing at all.
When they saw Fang Shu and the others, doubt and alarm appeared on their faces.
This was especially true of the immortals from beyond the mountain.
The moment they awoke and saw that they were all alone, with their kin, friends, and everyone else nowhere to be seen, their hearts were filled with indescribable shock and uncertainty.
Fortunately, this group managed to keep their composure. They merely looked around with flickering eyes and did not make trouble for Fang Shu.
Fang Shu glanced at the crowd. Seeing that nearly everyone had awakened, he spoke. "Very well. Let me tell you fellow Daoists a thing or two."
Pointing at the sky, he said, "To be frank, when the Mount Lu Secret Realm reopened just now, all of us entered it. But this opening of the secret realm was different from before. More precisely, it differed from when the disciples of the Five Sects of Mount Lu entered the secret