Cultivators depended on spiritual power as ordinary people depended on water. When their spiritual power suddenly vanished, most would inevitably panic. And once people became weak, they loved to "huddle together," vainly hoping to gain enough security from the simple addition of numbers. Little did they know that from the very beginning, the illusion was not testing martial strength.
All one could say was that these people had taken the narrow path from the start.
"The good news is, there's someone else in the pavilion."
"Who?"
Yonglu Mountain's Junior Granduncle-Master, who had been sniped by the Fierce Twin Heroes and thus delayed in coming down the mountain.
...What the hell were the Fierce Twin Heroes? Were cultivators below the mountain naming themselves so bluntly and plainly these days?
"He didn't recognize them?"
Bushi thought that perhaps he had recognized them, but clever Junior Granduncle-Master Wen had not pointed it out. After all... during the last Five Sects Assembly, Wen Xu and the other two had been swept into the Trial Secret Realm. For a Junior Granduncle-Master, seeing people who should not have been there inside a secret realm ought to have been quite easy to accept.
Compared with his master's concerns, Bushi felt there was nothing much to worry about. Cultivators, after all—whatever they encountered was fated. Bitter Crossing Temple was not some sacred land of gods and Buddhas. Was it not perfectly normal for something to go slightly wrong?
"This disciple isn't a worm in Junior Granduncle-Master's stomach. How could he know..."
Wen Xu had indeed already noticed Xue Qingmu's presence. It was not that he had any particularly deep impression of this junior disciple from the Blissful Union Sect. Mainly, that simpleminded, cheerfully foolish air about him bore a faint resemblance to Chunchou in the past. Added to