He looked at the two with displeasure: "What are you whispering about? Hiding it so I can't hear?"
Ren Xiaowo's expression shifted slightly: "Are the two of you talking about the person inside? Regardless of who she is, all of us should be preparing for future conflicts. The sect is under threat both inside and out, like a storm about to break!"
At these words, everyone was momentarily stunned, and couldn't help but look at this Hermit Sanchi in surprise.
Ren Xiaowo couldn't help but roll his eyes and met their gaze: "I may react a bit slowly, but I'm not a fool. How could I not know the current situation? Do you think those people's reactions are unexpected?"
"Indeed!"
Zong Sanping chuckled silently, then gripped his sword tightly and gazed out the porthole: "Junior Brother Ren is like seeing one leaf fall to know autumn is coming, or seeing ice in a bottle to know the world is cold."
The storm is about to hit, and black clouds press upon the city, threatening to destroy it.
