Bab 68: Spiritual Lords

Hidden amidst the clouds, a group of bamboo-hat wearing monks watched the White Immortal sect's struggles. From confusion to annoyance, all the way to indifference, various expressions and emotions shifted on their faces. Yet, all stood in line behind the leading monk, a staggering mass of herculean dominance that towered above the rest like a giant before dwarves.

"Master, do you really want to stay out of this? Aren't Lord Hanxing and Lady Ziyun your longtime friends? Lady Ziyun has died already, why did you not assist her? And even if not for them, we should lend our junior brother a hand." The most senior disciple, one of the rare few within the monastery aware of Qingxin's superior abilities, said.