The wind screamed through Victory View, and the clouds over Songshan melted away. The autumn wind on Taishi Mountain was bitterly cold.
Along the eastern slope path, where the spring waters sobbed, one could gaze at the vast sky from the peak. Yet, a mournful cry pierced the air, exacerbating the unbearable sorrow...
"Master Sun~!"
Before the Five Mountains Alliance Meeting, Sun Zhenda had ended his life by severing his own meridians. Which of the surrounding disciples could keep their composure?
"Amitabha," the old master sighed before chanting the Buddha's name again.
"Sun, alas!" the red-faced Taoist erupted, "The Demon Cult's scoundrels deserve death!"
Sorrow flashed across Zuo Lengchan's face for a moment.
"Brother."
He extended his large palm and wiped Sun Zhenda's face, finally closing the two dark voids that were his eyes.
"Deng Da, Di Xiu."
"We are here!" Two towering Songshan disciples quickly stepped forward, the very first and second disciples of Zuo Lengchan.
