Thus, among the crowd, some sought out those with profound inner strength and had them shout beneath Mount Yao, hoping the disciples of the various sects fleeing across the mountain would hear and head for its northern side.
But... leaving aside whether they could even hear it, even if they did, could their lightness skills compare to those of the Three Immortal Sects' disciples?
Another group, frantic with anxiety, rode hard to the Great Forest Temple's encampment on Mount Yao's northern side. Before the temple's somewhat crude camp, a dense black mass of people had already gathered. At the very front, several agitated old men clutched the sleeves of the monks on guard, pleading without pause. "Little Master, let my mother see Master Changsheng. I... my child is up on Mount Yao. He... he is the sole heir of my Shi family for three generations. The duty of carrying my Shi family forward rests entirely upon him! If anything should happen to him... my Shi family will be finished!"
"Yes, Little Master, take pity on us! My grandson only went up the mountain out of curiosity, just to have a little fun. He said he would be back down soon, but... perhaps he played too long. The Righteous Path Alliance's disciples have already reached the mountainside. If Master Changsheng steps in, my grandson should still be saved!"
...The people at the front all had blood relatives on the mountain. They were young and hot-blooded, and had paid no heed to the warnings of the Four Immortal Path Sects. Only after their families below the mountain saw the slaughter above did they rush to Great Forest Temple, begging Master Changsheng to uphold justice!
The monks of Great Forest Temple stood there impassively with wooden staffs in hand, guarding the entrance to