On the ancestor of techniques mountain, a group of people were waiting.
A day passed ...
Two days had passed ...
There was no trace of him at all.
They weren't discouraged and continued to wait. They firmly believed that the kid wouldn't be able to resist coming.
Every day, they would just sit there and wait, anxiously waiting.
However, as the days went by, that guy still didn't show up even when the day was about to end. Their enthusiasm was also frozen bit by bit, fading away. Finally, their hearts became cold.
"That kid ... He's not coming, is he?"
Many people began to feel disheartened.
"My fellow Daoists, don't be discouraged!" Luo Tianjun encouraged the crowd from time to time."You have to think about how he humiliated us. This is our only chance!"
When everyone heard this, it was as if they had been injected with chicken blood, and they pulled themselves together.
