Great Immortal Yang Li's show of killing the chicken to warn the monkeys had a significant effect; even those with the most obstinate temperaments could not help but restrain themselves, lest they turn into an ice sculpture in the grand hall.
Lin Fang saw this and slightly furrowed his brow; the Cold Dragon in the hands of Great Immortal Yang Li indeed had some ferocity, and he wondered whether it was stronger or weaker than his own Samadhi True Fire.
Soon, smiles returned to everyone's faces; after all, better that a fellow Taoist dies than a poor one, but deep inside they grew more fearful of the three State Preceptors' strength, thus their words and deeds carried a trace of flattery.
This situation satisfied the three State Preceptors, who nodded with smug satisfaction, their vanity appeased by the scene before them.
