Quan Yong turned and instructed the disciple behind him, "Go invite that man up."
At his words, however, the disciple looked hesitant and did not move an inch, as though he had something difficult to say.
Seeing his expression, Quan Yong asked, "What is it?"
The disciple hurriedly bowed and reported, his voice tinged with caution, "Abbey Master, that man said he won't come to the Peaceful Way Abbey. He wants you to—go meet him in person."
Quan Yong's brows rose almost imperceptibly, but he showed no anger.
He merely felt that this was a cautious man, unwilling to set foot in another's sect grounds lightly.
But unsurprised though he was, he was still the master of an abbey. Why should he descend the mountain to welcome a visitor in person, especially an unwelcome guest who clearly harbored ill intent?
He waved a hand and said mildly, "Then see him off."
The disciple received those words as though granted a pardon and hurried away to carry out his orders.
But only moments later, several disciples stumbled back, their faces stricken with panic. Spotting Quan Yong from afar, they rushed forward, their voices trembling. "Abbey Master, disaster! That man injured our Mountain-Guard Disciples and broke our formation!"
At this, Quan Yong's brows drew into a deep frown. He naturally knew that the formation they mentioned was not the mountain-protecting Grand Formation. If someone could casually break the Peaceful Way Abbey's mountain-protecting Grand Formation, that would truly be a joke of cosmic proportions.
Rather, it was the Enemy-Repelling Formation the disciples had hastily assembled.
Looking at these panic-stricken disciples, Quan Yong could not help sighing inwardly. *Why are the disciples of my abbey such a mixed crop of wheat and weeds? The slightest trouble throws them into disarray and strips them of