"Master Chen..."
At this moment, countless people were murmuring these two words in their hearts.
Until finally, the black-clad youth resumed his calm stride and returned to the crowd.
"Continue."
He said to Tan Long.
The latter was initially taken aback, then barely regained his senses and nodded repeatedly.
"Up the mountain!"
"Up the mountain!!"
With a loud shout, the crowd surged forward once more, with some disciples being instructed to deal with the corpses.
The dark clouds in the sky had somehow dispersed, and the drizzly rain had vanished as well.
The sky was a clear blue, with the sun hanging high, and a rainbow seemed to appear at the summit of Xiang Mountain.
All those blocking the way subconsciously stepped aside, their gazes resting on the black-clad youth with awe and fear, not daring to interrupt with even half a word.
"Let's go."
