On that storm-tossed night, Elder Ke Yizong stood with his hands behind his back, gazing up at the Aurora Lights that had appeared in the sky once more. He sighed. "When the roof leaks, the rain just has to last all night!"
The disciple beside him knew whom he meant. Who else could it be but the new Sect Master, Bian Weiying?
Rumors were already running rampant, and the Royal Court's support for Bian Weiying's succession had begun to waver. For this celestial phenomenon to appear now was simply kicking someone who had already fallen into a well.
In the past, this phenomenon had heralded a windfall for Mount Wukang. Now, it would probably leave every disciple heartsick.
One thing after another kept shaking everyone's confidence in the new Sect Master.
At that moment, many disciples on Mount Wukang had stepped out of their rooms and were gazing up at the dazzling colors in the night sky.
This used to be their busiest time. Today, they found themselves idle instead, and many heaved sigh after sigh.
"Dong, dong, dong..."
The deep, booming Bell Chime suddenly echoed across the mountaintop, shaking everyone to the core.
Everyone on the mountain looked around in surprise, exchanging bewildered glances. Then, out of habit, they began moving, following the familiar routine. That Bell Chime was their signal.
They all got busy, transporting Deep Blue Bamboo from the foot of the mountain, bringing it up to soak, spreading it out...
The booming Bell Chime brought all three prisoners to their feet from their cross-legged meditation in their separate cells. Shi Chun included, they all tilted their heads to listen. Naturally, they knew what the Bell Chime meant.
Mount Wukang had begun refining talismans again!
Hadn't all three generations of the Bian Family died? Xiang Lan'er and