"Are you OK, Fellow Cultivator Tang?"
Each of the Taoist masters came to shake Tang Hao's hand.
Tang Hao's smile gradually stiffened on his face as he stood there greeting each of the Taoist masters.
He did not recall seeing that many Taoist masters the last time he went to their aid.
He heard from Shabby Taoist Master that Mao Mountain had recalled their wandering disciples after the Wang Changsheng incident.
What made Tang Hao surprised was that they seemed to be a little too friendly.
In fact, his confusion was making him quite uneasy about the situation.
"Hey, Little Fellow Cultivator Tang!"
The crowd parted and several white-haired Taoist masters walked in.
They had smiling and friendly faces, as though they were extremely kind grandparents looking lovingly at their grandchild. That made Tang Hao even more uneasy than ever.
