The group swallowed, let out deep breaths, and looked at one another.
"What do we do now?" a female disciple asked.
The man who had been wearing the ring cupped his fists toward the other disciples and pleaded, "I hope you fellow disciples can help me."
With that, he walked over to the Young Master of the Cloud Sect, took the ring off the unconscious young master's hand, and put it back on his own.
Then he picked up a large rock, walked over to another disciple, solemnly placed it in his hands, and silently turned around...
The male disciple who had taken the rock sighed, said, "Sorry about this," to the man wearing the ring, and slammed the rock into the back of his head.
The man wearing the ring immediately fell to the ground at the blow, pretending to be unconscious...
The group exchanged helpless looks, helped the Young Master of the Cloud Sect up again, and circulated their Spiritual Power to wake him.
The Young Master of the Cloud Sect was roused once more. This time, he said nothing for a long while, merely staring blankly at the vast Forbidden Lands.
For the first time, he felt the urge to retreat...
After a long while, the Young Master of the Cloud Sect gave what sounded like a sob and choked out, "Why? Why did they hit me again? The ring wasn't even on my hand..."
The yin energy from the Fusheng Stele had invaded his mind over and over, already leaving him muddleheaded.
The group looked at one another. One disciple opened his mouth toward the Young Master of the Cloud Sect, but in the end could only say helplessly, "Those two Evil Spirits thought the ring was still with you, Young Master. They weren't paying attention