In the Bamboo Grove several miles west of Southern Shaolin, Master Miaodi held the Dragon-Slaying Saber, while men beside him carried the Golden-Haired Lion King, Xie Xun. Xie Xun could no longer walk on his own.
Behind the Southern Shaolin group were many people from the Jianghu, including members of several major sects.
Facing them was the Ming Cult's party. There were only a dozen or so of them, but even the weakest was a Martial Arts Master. Among them were three Great Grandmasters: Zhang Wuji, Yang Xiao, and the White-Browed Eagle King, Yin Tianzheng.
Ten monks stood in a row, their heads lowered. None dared meet the Abbot's eyes, and they were even less willing to let the people of the Jianghu see their faces.
"Zhang Wuji, do you know that the Golden-Haired Lion King, Xie Xun, has committed countless atrocities, and even death would not atone for his crimes? Your Ming Cult had finally begun to show signs of turning over a new leaf, and everyone was prepared to give it a chance."
"Yet now you have seized monks from Southern Shaolin and helped a tyrant commit his atrocities. How can you face Reverend Zhang of the Wudang Sect after all he taught you?"
Zhang Wuji saw his martial uncles from the Wudang Sect behind Master Miaodi. He forced himself not to look at them and instead fixed his gaze on Master Miaodi. "I am no longer a disciple of Wudang. My actions have nothing to do with the Wudang Sect. I am now only Zhang Wuji of the Ming Cult."
"What an eloquent Abbot Southern Shaolin has. You can seize my godfather, but I cannot seize your Southern Shaolin monks?"
"As for killing, has Southern Shaolin killed so few people? Your former Abbot, Xuanci, even took a