"Yes, this disciple accepts the order!" Dozens of monks with varying appearances emerged from behind Master Chang Geng. All held Weapons and used lightness skills to head up the mountain. Clearly, these Protector disciples were far more skilled than the monks who had just been clearing out disciples from the various sects on the mountain!
Once the Protector disciples had left, Master Chang Geng waved his hand again. "All disciples, heed my command. Form a single line and proceed from the foot of the mountain upward. Search every place carefully. Do not overlook anything unusual!"
"Yes, this disciple accepts the order!" The remaining Great Forest Temple disciples spread out at suitable intervals and made their way step by step up Yao Mountain. Judging by their vigor, they were no different from the disciples of the various sects earlier—each had their head lowered, searching with the air of someone hunting for copper coins!
"Ah—save me—Great Forest Temple's monks are killing people—"
Before long, wave after wave of agonized cries rang out once more from Yao Mountain's summit. Though these screams had come late, they had... ultimately come all the same!
At the foot of Yao Mountain, crowds flowed like a marketplace. Every face bore relief and vigilance, mingled with threads of ambition in their eyes, forming complicated expressions.
Everyone had long heard the screams from the mountain, and among them were no few familiar voices. Yet most merely gritted their teeth, clenched their fists, and looked toward the tents and wooden huts by the mountain foot, hatred showing in their eyes.
On Yao Mountain, disciples of the Four Immortal Path Sects searched the mountain with blazing fervor. Beneath the mountain, however, even more sects than the Four Immortal Path Sects lurked amid surging undercurrents!
As night fell, the Four Immortal Path