Wide eyes shifted from the distant mountain that had just crumbled, and back to the Grand Abbot, who stood there as if nothing interesting had happened. His face was neutral, if not with a slight warm smile, one that seemed to perpetually linger to his face.
The Grand Abbots gaze shifted towards the group where the Forbidden Alliance cultivator had come from, and then shifted over the nearby crowds as well. He could tell that the man was targeting John, but had no idea why. The Divine Source Monastery cared not for the squabbles of the outside world, and thus received little news of what was going on at any particular time.
"I care not for your reasons, but no action shall be taken against another while on the lands of my monastery," the Grand Abbot's calm voice drifted out, targeting those aforementioned groups specifically.
