On top of a mountain, a group of dozens of young people in red robes gathered. Their eyes filled with hatred as they stared fixedly at the large procession in the distance.
"It's infuriating! Those two brats don't have much power, but they're really good at tricking those Monkeys."
A young man in a red robe clenched his fists, knuckles creaking.
"Senior Brother! Our Xuanyang Sect has suffered such a great loss this time. We lost more than eighty fellow Cultivators. If word of this gets out, how will we explain ourselves to the Sect's elders?" a young man beside him asked, his face etched with worry.
