Monk Zhitong offered to stand up for Green Ram Patriarch and dragged Le Sangguan into it as well.
He pressured Le Sangguan with his words. "Though we've entered the immortal path, we're still men of the martial world, bound by chivalry. Fellow Daoist Green Ram has lost even his sanctuary because of your disciple. Even an outsider like me can't stand to watch and wants to reclaim his temple for him. If you keep backing down, how could you possibly justify it?"
Le Sangguan hastily said, "Of course I wouldn't! It's just that I still have a Magic Treasure in the furnace that isn't finished..."
"No need!" Zhitong swept his broad hand through the air. "The sooner we handle this, the better. We leave now! Before the Emei Sect plays any more tricks!"
He had brought four disciples: Huiming, the Mighty Vajra Iron-Palmed Monk; Huineng, the Invincible Vajra Rival of Bodhidharma; Huixing, the Many-Armed Vajra Little Nezha; and Huixing, the Many-Eyed Vajra Little Fire Gods.
Collectively known as the Four Greats Vajras, these four had already been renowned young heroes of the martial world. Nearly twenty years had passed since they shaved their heads, became monks, and began studying Wutai Immortal Arts under Monk Zhitong. Over those years, they had traveled the martial world, building connections with various sects for Zhitong. Their fame had only grown, until everyone knew them.
Le Sangguan also brought three disciples: his eldest, Wang Sen, the Tiger Descending the Mountain; his second, Xu Long, the Dappled Leopard; and his fourth, Yao Yuan, the False Ascetic.
Green Ram Patriarch was alone. All his disciples and followers had died at the Green Ram Palace, and he had lost an arm as well.
Recalling what had happened at the Green Ram Palace filled him with lingering dread, and