Zhang Chengyue stood with his hands at his sides, listening to the instruction and nodding repeatedly.
How could he not know that, at a time like this, the one who had to stand tall before all the disciples, aside from Ou Peng, should be him, the chief eldest disciple? He had not the slightest room to retreat. He also knew what important matter Senior Martial Uncle was going to handle, but such a vital task could not be entrusted to him. All he could do was stand beside his master with a smile.
This was the pride of a direct disciple, and also the sorrow of a direct disciple.
Once Ou Peng had finished speaking, Zhang Chengyue's mood settled as well. He said softly, "Great Gang Leader, disciples from Divine Mechanism Hall have sent word. Countless masked men in fitted clothing have already formed an encirclement in front of Misty Mountain Villa and are advancing toward us. Our men failed to break through, suffering several casualties, and have already withdrawn."
"What about the rear mountain of Misty Peak? Have enemy traces been found there as well?"
"Not yet. This disciple has already dispatched men to investigate."
"Good. Hurry and inform Senior Martial Uncle so he can act as soon as possible. Also, notify all the brothers in the sect of this news and have them prepare to face the enemy."
"Yes, Master." After hearing this, Zhang Chengyue strode out quickly. His steps were steady, carrying more confidence than when he had first entered.
Watching Zhang Chengyue's departing figure, Ou Peng revealed the first hint of a smile he had shown that day. A crisis was not always a bad thing. Perhaps the Misty Sect, reborn through nirvana, would take on an entirely new aspect. Yet a trace of doubt remained