On the shoulder of the Leshan Giant Buddha, a middle-aged man attired in a Confucian robe, a sword in his midst, flew in with a heart full of sorrow.
The young lady awaiting him appeared despondent, "Master Huaijian, the water level has already started to descend, by about three and a half feet. "
Without looking at the water level, the man in the Confucian robe gave a sigh, "Let's dismantle the array. Gather what's necessary and follow me. We can't stay here for long."
The young girl was taken aback, "But our Grandmaster and Master Jiudeng said we must——"
Her words were cut off mid-sentence as she saw the grief-stricken expression on the face of the man in the Confucian robe. Suddenly, she realized something and turned ghostly white, "Who killed them?"
Deep down, she had a feeling about the deaths of Huaibi and Jiudeng half a moment earlier, but she didn't want to believe it.
