Inside the little pavilion.
Chu Xingchen listened to Yuankong explain what had happened, his brows slightly furrowed. He nodded lightly, then said:
"You're saying your abbot went to Chizhou to give alms, only to run into trouble and get attacked by demons in the river? Only one monk escaped to bring word, and he said that group of demons probably had a Golden Core Stage demon directing them?"
Yuankong hurriedly nodded. "You're the only top-tier cultivator I know. Other than you, I couldn't think of anyone to turn to."
Chu Xingchen frowned slightly at that. He gently turned the teacup before him and said:
"Calm down first. Even a Foundation Establishment cultivator would need three days to run from Chizhou to Yuzhou City, wouldn't they?"
Yuankong nodded and answered honestly, "Yes. My martial nephew ran for over four days."
In an instant, the pavilion fell so quiet that only the rain could be heard.
Everyone looked at Yuankong.
Even Cui Hao was stunned to hear that. Four days?
If the abbot had been eaten by a demon, wouldn't four days have been enough for the demon to let him out of its belly again?
Even if they found him, they would probably have to carry him back cupped in their hands, wouldn't they?
If they really brought the abbot back after he had turned to dust... would that count as carrying a demon's...
Yuankong glanced at the silent group. Naturally, he understood why they were silent.
After a moment of silence, he said, "I know the situation. But what if my senior brother isn't dead yet, and he's still holding on, waiting for me? Even if he really is dead, I have to go and see for myself."
"That's my duty as his junior brother."
Yuankong waited a while, but