"Hero Ding, those bald donkeys from the Shaolin Temple have arrived!"
"Shaolin Temple?"
Ding Ling frowned.
"Indeed."
Deng Bafeng said respectfully:
"On Mount Songh, there are two major sects: the Shaolin Temple and the Mount Songh Sect. The Shaolin Temple is not far from our Mount Songh Sect. Such a significant event has happened here, and it's already spread far and wide. The Shaolin Temple learning of it and taking action seems quite normal."
"Where are they?"
Ding Ling raised an eyebrow.
"They're waiting outside the main gate of the Mount Songh Sect."
Deng Bafeng was a bit apprehensive:
"They are many and appear to be here to hold us accountable. I'm worried, worried..."
"Is worrying useful?"
Ding Ling picked up the Drumming Golden Hammer beside him and lifted his leg to walk forward:
"Let's go and see."
Qu Feiyan, Consort Yhu, and others tied up their belongings and followed closely behind with their things.
