In the Buddhist camp, one after another had faces ashen with indignation.
「Luo Jia Mountain.」
Guanyin was also watching the unfolding scene. Her expressionless face caused the numerous disciples of Luo Jia Mountain to hang their heads low, not daring to utter a word. Since Guanyin had returned to Luo Jia Mountain a few years ago, her temper had been rather foul; they certainly didn't want to incur her wrath. Now that Muzha had fled the battle, lacking bravery and disgracing himself, it could be said that he had thrown away the face of Luo Jia Mountain completely. Guanyin's inner turmoil was undoubtedly even greater; naturally, they dared not make a sound.
