Zhang Wuji stared at Lin Lang. "You came to help me? How?"
He did not believe Lin Lang, but they were at the foot of Wudang Mountain. If they fought, his grandmaster would certainly know.
He was also confident that Lin Lang could not kill him in just a few moves. He wanted to hear what Lin Lang had to say.
Lin Lang clasped his hands behind his back. "The old monk from Southern Shaolin is leading a group to attack Wudang Mountain and demand that the Wudang Sect hand you over. Wudang must have received the news too. Has Reverend Zhang spoken to you?"
Zhang Wuji shook his head slightly. Neither his grandmaster nor any of his martial uncles had mentioned it to him. He had only learned of it by overhearing some disciples discussing it.
"Are you heading down the mountain to hide? Do you think that since no one saw you return to Wudang Mountain, hidden inside a carriage, the Wudang Sect can simply deny ever seeing you?"
Zhang Wuji's expression shifted. Lin Lang had guessed exactly what he was thinking.
Was his choice so easy to see through?
But what did it matter if Lin Lang saw through it? His choice was right. This way, he would not bring trouble upon the Wudang Sect.
He could still look after the Wudang Sect in secret in the future. He would not forget the kindness his grandmaster and martial uncles had shown him.
"And after you leave? What do you plan to do? Hide here and there every day? Or return to the Ming Cult's Bright Peak?"
"I can tell you something else. Bright Peak is gone. It was wiped out."
Zhang Wuji's expression changed. "Who did it?!"
Although he had considered that Bright Peak might be destroyed,