Clang! Clang!
The clarion ring of the bell was heard throughout Mao Mountain.
Mao Mountain instantly came alive.
"Haven't you heard? The monkeys from Nanyang are here! They're chasing down that Fellow Cultivator Tang. I've also heard that Fellow Cultivator Tang is a pill-maker! If we go and help him, we'll get a pill from him."
"F*ck! Alchemical pills? That's a good deal! Let's go!"
All the Taoist masters from every corner of Mao Mountain were alerted. They hurried out as fast as they could from their abodes, bathrooms, and even toilets.
All of them were excited. Their eyes were sparkling as they streamed toward the great hall.
The elderly Taoist masters were eager to jump into action again.
"This is intolerable!"
"Those Nanyang monkeys have gone too far!"
They gritted their teeth in indignation, as though the Nanyang shamans have done something irredeemable.
