"Many thanks."
Zhang Daoyun bowed deeply toward Lin Mu's departing figure, expressing his respect.
"Should Master Lin ever have a command in the future, we of Dragon Tiger Mountain shall not hesitate to face a thousand deaths!"
Lin Mu simply waved his hand, not taking it to heart.
But what he didn't know was that when the apocalypse arrived and the holy war began, Zhang Daoyun of Dragon Tiger Mountain would lead three thousand disciples down the mountain, never to return.
That day, three thousand Heavenly Masters descended from Dragon Tiger Mountain, their sword light illuminating the mortal realm.
That day, tens of thousands of demons were slain as the Heavenly Masters protected the common folk.
「...」
"Master, you..."
A disciple walked over, his face flushed with fervor.
"Lin Wudi has been defeated by my hand. From today onwards, Dragon Tiger Mountain shall officially seal itself off!"
Zhang Daoyun sat cross-legged, his expression calm.
