Lu Chaoxian immediately rushed forward and shouted, "Senior Brothers, don't panic, don't fight! No more rocks are falling from the mountain. Just come out slowly!"
Everyone was frantic—how could they have heard him? Only after Lu Chaoxian shouted several times in succession did they finally catch his words. They stopped and looked overhead. Sure enough, no more rocks were falling from the strip of sky above.
Thus, everyone gradually calmed down and became civilized again.
Once order was restored and they had returned to the ranks of civilized people, their orderly discipline became apparent. Before long, all the Pill-Refining Hall disciples had withdrawn from the gorge. Senior Brother Chen, who led the front of the convoy, had a face as green as iron and an injury on his left arm. After they rested outside the gorge for a while, the Wuming Hall outer disciples also returned from above the gorge.
After hearing that there was no longer any danger above the gorge, Senior Brother Chen organized the Tianmu Peak disciples at the rear of the convoy to enter the gorge and deal with the tragedy.
Zhang Xiaohua naturally volunteered. He had only heard the screams from behind earlier, but once he entered, the deeper he went, the more alarmed he became.
The Giant Apes must have planned this for a long time. The boulders they had thrown into the gorge were enormous. Although not much time had passed between Zhang Xiaohua discovering them and stopping them from throwing more rocks, the gorge—especially the front of the convoy—was a scene of devastation. More than a dozen carriages had been smashed to pieces. Blurred scraps of flesh and blood were splattered across the cliff walls, the ground, and the carriages. No one knew whether they had belonged to the horses pulling the