On this turbulent night with the sky filled with turbulent winds and rain, Elder Ke Yizong stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the aurora that had appeared once again and sighed, "When it rains, it pours."
The disciple standing beside him knew who he was referring to—who else could it be but the new Sect Master Bian Weiyin?
Rumors were already rampant, and the Royal Court's attitude towards Bian Weiyin's succession as Sect Master had begun to waver. The sudden appearance of this celestial event was like adding insult to injury.
In the past, such celestial events were considered auspicious and profitable days for Wu Kang Mountain. But now, they were likely to leave all the disciples feeling disheartened.
One thing after another, continuously shaking everyone's confidence in the new Sect Master.
At this time on Wu Kang Mountain, many disciples had come out of their houses, all looking up at the dazzling colors in the night sky.
