Seeing Lin Feng look down, Libationer Green Mountain asked with interest, "What, have you never seen anything like this?"
"I've seen plenty of scenes even more brutal than this," Lin Feng said. "I just didn't expect demons to exist so close to Zhang Daoling's Daoist grounds on Crane-Cry Mountain."
"Oh, you don't understand. In this era, heroic spirits, shamanic ghosts, and all sorts of faiths keep springing up.
Even Zhang Daoling's Celestial Masters' Way isn't particularly famous yet.
He hasn't engaged in Mountain-Breaking, Temple-Toppling, and his influence hasn't spread beyond Shuzhong.
It isn't just one or two places in chaos now. Both countries are rotting away.
Under those circumstances, with bandits everywhere and bones covering the wilderness, isn't it perfectly normal for demons to run rampant?
Now that Zhang Daoling has emerged from seclusion, his first task is to purge all the evil spirits and monsters around him.
Otherwise, who would believe he has any real ability? With demons right outside his door, nobody would believe him if he claimed he wasn't one himself."
It wasn't his imagination.
Lin Feng could see it clearly: Libationer Green Mountain simply enjoyed watching the commotion and didn't mind how bad things got.
On the one hand, he protected Green Mountain.
On the other, he was probably someone who loved a good spectacle.
When he spoke of the situation Zhang Daoling now faced,
he seemed eager to see someone engage in Mountain-Breaking, Temple-Toppling.
Chuckling, he said, "You'll understand where we're going once we get there.
It's very interesting.
I also know Zhang Daoling has been unhappy with this place for a long time, mainly because its people have a few little problems.
Zhang Daoling is borrowing Laozi's reputation now. Laozi supposedly taught him the 'Dao.'
So, what kind of feelings do you think Zhang