Lecturer Hong came to his senses and said, "You suspect Qingxuan, but do you have any evidence?"
Wu Yunsu had none, of course, but he met Lecturer Hong's eyes and asked in return, "Teacher, does Senior Brother Qingxuan saying that Senior Brother Long was swept into a rift in the secret realm necessarily make it true?"
Lecturer Hong said, "I don't think there should be any question about this. Venerable Hanshan seemed to have known long ago that Little Friend Long would encounter this."
"..." Wu Yunsu said, "Whatever the case, Xiaoqiu is Senior Brother Xuanji's attendant, and Senior Brother Xuanji is the Future Buddha-son. If the Chan Sect can't even protect someone belonging to the Future Buddha-son, what authority will it have in the future? Once word gets out, anyone will be able to trample on the Chan Sect."
Lecturer Hong said, "Little Friend Wu, you misunderstand. Of course our Chan Sect will intervene. After all, as long as someone is a disciple of the Chan Sect, they are under its protection. Please be patient. Once I report this to my superiors, we will certainly give you an answer."
Wu Yunsu said, "Thank you."
After leaving Lecturer Hong's cave abode, Wu Yunsu weakly braced himself against the wall.
The Chan Sect moved too slowly, far too slowly.
In other Immortal Sects, when something happened to a disciple, their master was responsible for finding them or standing up for them. This created an extremely strong sense of solidarity, and naturally fostered a habit of fiercely protecting their own.
That alone made people wary, afraid that going after the young would bring out the old.
But the Chan Sect's disciples were divided among four Chan Dormitories for instruction, with a dozen or twenty-odd cultivators sharing a single Lecturer Hong. Without a