'Something is up with him.' The abbot suddenly received a serious mental transmission from Elder Meng Shui. 'I sensed his spirit fluctuating when he stopped just now. Something is wrong with his soul.'
The abbot also nodded inwardly, 'Indeed, I sensed it as well, but now is not the time for this. The time of the domain is slipping. Prepare your disciples to depart.'
Still hesitant, the veiled woman nodded and turned to look at her disciples and gave them a nod as well. Elder Lei Ji seemed to have had a similar conversation with the abbot, as he did the same thing with the disciples from his own sect.
"Disciples, move out!" Standing at the edge of the jade platform, Arhat Jingwu spoke calmly, but his voice, enchanted with qi, drummed in everyone's mind.
Under his direction, all 18 disciples—7 from the Temple, 6 from the Wind Lightning Sect, and 5 from the illusionary Lotus Sect.
