"Lin Mu, why aren't you here yet?"
As Qiu Yi enjoyed his meal, Kong Ying's expression was filled with anxiety. Everyone was waiting for Lin Mu to show up. If he didn't come, the consequences would be severe.
Just then, a commotion rippled through the crowd. It seemed an important figure had arrived.
"Haha, Master Qiu, this is quite the grand scene you've arranged."
The voice arrived before the person. A group of people approached together, each one radiating a powerful aura.
"That's... Zhang Zhenren of Wudang!"
"Not just him, but also Master Hong of the Form-Intention Fist!"
"And Qing Yang Daoist of the Temple of Infinity!"
Three Grandmasters!
"Master Qiu, we haven't arrived late, have we?" asked Qing Yang Daoist of the Temple of Infinity. With his goat-like beard and a dust whisk in hand, he had the air of a transcendent master.
"Not at all, not at all." Qiu Yi laughed heartily. "Please, take a seat, gentlemen. Just wait for me to finish my meal, and he should arrive."
