"Not good!" Old Sun's expression changed, and he hurriedly turned to the monk beside him. "Si Ping, let's get over there!"
The monk nodded. "Old Sun, let's go. Hopefully, we're still in time!"
The moment those words fell, the two vanished from the entrance to the Medicine King Hall. With a few flickers, their distant figures disappeared from the sight of the Medicine King Hall disciples, clearly already far away.
"Senior Brother, who was that monk? Does Shaolin Temple have an eminent monk like him?" a disciple at the entrance asked.
"How would I know? But anyone who keeps company with the Founding Patriarch is no ordinary expert. Still, whether that eminent monk even belongs to Shaolin Temple is another question!" the senior brother said.
"He's not from Shaolin?"
"There are so many monks in the world. Back then, Buddhism was divided into eight great schools. Who knows what other experts might still be out there? Besides, Dali has countless temples, especially the Dali Imperial Family's Five Divine Temple. There are probably some eminent monks there too. Add in those living in seclusion, and it's hard to say," the senior brother continued. "All right, whoever he is, at least he isn't an enemy! These are troubled times. Guarding the mountain gate is what matters most."
Inside the Main Hall, Xu Yan Yun and Li Cong had also calmed down.
Mu Yi was already dead, and they had to face that fact.
"Commander Ran, what brought you to the Medicine King Hall?" Li Cong asked, taking a deep breath to steady the grief within him.
"It's a long story. At the time, I went to Chengdu to help the Dragon Guard deal with Wang Jien's trusted followers..." Ran Chou explained.
After Ran Chou's brief explanation, the two understood.
After dealing with