It was a dark and windy night.
East Peak Mountain was deserted. Most of the people had left the place with the sect leader and the elders to hunt down the thief.
Those who stayed behind were either low-level disciples or janitors.
Everything was peaceful and quiet, just as usual.
Suddenly, a dull thud could be heard somewhere on the mountain, followed by a muffled groan.
Several more thuds were heard along the mountain path. The disciples walking on the path, meditating in their rooms, and even those in the outhouse fell down one after another.
Thud! Another hit.
A disciple who was relieving himself was hit in the back of the head. With a muffled groan, he fell forward and into the latrine pit.
"How tragic!"
Tang Hao looked down and cringed.
He was dressed in black and held a thick wooden club in his hand.
