Up on the Central Peak of Mount Azure, Sect Master Ling Xiao stood almost completely alone.
Out of his six thousand disciples and eight elders, nearly five thousand were currently sitting at the foot of the mountain wearing bright yellow vests, slurping Old Guo’s hot beef noodles, and listening to Abacus Su explain their new dental insurance plan.
Only five stubborn old elders—including Second Elder Gu and Third Elder Mei, who were too scared of losing their seniority pensions to run—and twelve hundred trembling core disciples remained on the upper cliff terrace.
“Traitors! All of them are spineless traitors sold out for a bowl of beef soup!”
Sect Master Ling Xiao’s beard bristled like iron needles as he leaped down from the Sword Tomb altar and landed on the roof of the Grand Sword Hall.
Beneath his boots, the stone tiles of the Central Peak began to glow with a blinding, ominous dark-blue light.
“Sect Master! What are you doing?!” Second Elder Gu cried out in terror as the entire mountain began to shake.
“If I cannot protect Mount Azure’s thousand-year glory, then I will bury Pei Xuan and Ye Guhan under ten million tons of mountain rock!”
