Trailing behind were two promising youths—An Siming and An Siwei, one carrying a spear, the other a sword, both with Qi Cultivation Levels, guarding the left and right flanks.
An Zhiyan might not have accomplished much, but he had good sons. Although these two brothers were not as talented as An Jingming in his prime, they were also practitioners at the Fifth Layer of Qi Training in their mid-twenties, very sensible, and always low-profile.
Surrounded by the crowd, Monk Kongheng squinted his narrow eyes, his pale hands clutching a Zen Staff; he spoke softly, and Li Xijun, with his strong Eyesight Power, could make out his words:
"Why do you all stop this monk?"
Li Xijun sighed inwardly, pondering:
"He appeared a bit early, and it's been several years since he was last active, making it hard to explain."
With that thought, he tugged at his older brother's sleeve, whispering,
"Please trouble my brother to disperse them first and bring Kongheng to Qingdu Mountain."
