During this Martial Arts Assembly, forces large and small from the Jianghu have gathered here. Nearly everyone who received an invitation from the Drunken Immortal Tower has co.
At a glance, the flags representing each major sect fluttered in the wind, with a dense crowd below, numbering in the thousands.
For the entire Jianghu, the numbers may seem small.
But in reality, those who ca are mostly the backbone of various forces and major sects, renowned elites.
At the very back of the crowd, there are about ten people gathered together, with outdated clothing styles, and their deanor doesn’t look like Jianghu people.
Among them is an old man with grizzled hair, an old woman with a cane, a bloated, big-headed fatty, and a lady who keeps peeling peanuts non-stop...
There’s also a tall, burly man who, even squatting, is taller than those beside him.
Standing in the middle of the group is a delicate-featured girl with double bun hair, her face rosy, appearing very cute.
At this mont, the girl is tiptoeing, craning her neck to peer into the crowd, seemingly searching for sothing.
"Did you not see?"
An old man with a clear and solemn face, wearing simple cotton clothes with a willow branch tucked at his waist, turned to ask.
"Too many people, can’t see inside."
The girl shook her head, speaking softly, her voice sowhat hoarse.
"You’ll see sooner or later, it’s not urgent now."
The lean old man’s tone was indifferent.
The girl slightly raised her eyebrows, fell silent, but her expression showed so disappointnt.
"Old Liu, the young lady wants to catch a glimpse of that Chen Tang, why aren’t you concerned?"
The old woman beside noticed the girl’s expression, furrowed her brow, and said in a huff.
Then, the old woman looked at the squatting burly man next to her and said to the girl: "Go, sit on your Uncle Tie’s shoulders, let him lift you to look."
"This..."
The girl hesitated for a mont.
The burly man grinned at the girl and patted his broad shoulders, signaling the girl to co up.
The lean old man frowned and said: "There are quite a few Grandmasters ahead, be cautious, don’t get discovered."
"It’s fine, just a few glances."
The burly man said quietly, seeing the girl embarrassed, he stepped forward to lift the girl up and steadily placed her on his neck before standing up.
The burly man was dark-skinned, over nine feet tall, standing there truly like an iron tower.
Now with the girl hoisted up, the view was excellent, the crowd ahead in full view, clear as day.
The girl’s gaze swept across to the Ba Mountain Sword Sect, quickly spotting a middle-aged man.
That human skin mask might fool others but not her.
"Uncle Tie, I found him."
The girl quickly patted the burly man beneath her.
The burly man understood and imdiately crouched down gently, letting the girl down.
The lean old man couldn’t help but snort: "You pamper her too much, this child isn’t without legs!"
"Heh."
Lady Peanuts pursed her lips and said: "Who pampers them like you do, for this past half a year neglecting chrysanthemums, not trimming willows, and revolving around her all day. Now worried she might have an accident, so you tugged us all here."
"You bunch, always holed up in the valley, guarding that tiny plot; you’ve all nearly rusted!"
The lean old man’s face didn’t blush, nor did his heart race, glanced at the fatty beside him, and said righteously: "Look at Old Jia, see how plump he’s beco, we should change his na to True Fatty!"
The group burst into laughter.
Fatty Jia was teased by the lean old man but remained cheerfully unconcerned.
The sounds of the crowd roaring were ahead, while they casually chatted at the back, drawing no attention.
The girl laughed a few tis too but wasn’t very enthusiastic, seeming burdened with worries.
The lean old man noticed the girl’s concerns, said: "Don’t worry, today the scene is controlled by those Grandmasters, even Chen Tang doesn’t have a chance to speak, let alone the leaders of those second and third-rate forces."
"In everyone’s mind, Chen Tang is already a dead man. As long as he doesn’t voluntarily stand out, no one will pay attention to him."
Lady Peanuts held the girl’s hand, lowered her head, and asked: "Young lady, stop with the wild thoughts. Are you hungry?"
"Not hungry."
The girl shook her head.
Lady Peanuts said: "If you’re hungry, eat so peanuts to fill up."
Girl: "..."
Lady Peanuts peeled a peanut, tossed one into her own mouth, deftly stuffed another into the girl’s mouth, and said: "Why don’t we barge in straight away, lay it all out?"
"After all, with evidence at hand, confronting the drunkard under everyone’s gaze, right and wrong will be very clear."
The burly man said: "Sounds good, everyone’s here, let’s just show them the truth."
"You simplify things."
The lean old man switched from his playful deanor, his expression slightly solemn and said: "That drunkard has planned for years, forming alliances and coercing others, leading to today’s situation, the montum is strong. Previously, even the Drunken Eight Immortals didn’t affect him much, telling a lot."
"Even if we lay the truth bare, will these people truly be willing to side with us?"
Silence ensued among them.
Many in front have consud Drunken Eight Immortals, have heard previous rumors, they surely have sensed the truth.
But even so, all this ti, no one stood out to denounce the Drunken Elder.
Even the Valley Master of dicine King Valley personally vouched for the Drunken Elder.
The lean old man said: "Among these people, so are already ensnared by Drunken Eight Immortals, lost in it, devoid of reason. So, due to face, owe a debt of gratitude to the drunkard, or have dirt held by him, have no way out."
"And so, only believe what they want to believe."
"Don’t forget, we have the dical Master here, while they have the dicine King testifying for him."
The old woman struck her cane and said sternly: "Can’t be afraid of them, big deal, we’ll fight!"
"Fighting doesn’t intimidate us."
The lean old man said: "But, once chaos erupts, deaths and injuries will be innurable. These, after all, are the experts within the Nanxia Jianghu, if blood flows profusely, the Jianghu of Nanxia might not recover."
"Although we’ve distanced ourselves from Jianghu affairs for years, we don’t wish to see the downfall of Nanxia Jianghu; surely the Old Pavilion Master can’t bear to witness this either."
Lady Peanuts asked: "Then what are we waiting here for?"
The lean old man said: "Waiting for news from the other side, it should be soon."
"No issues from that side, right?"
The old woman frowned and said: "I heard not only people from the Dongyi Race ca, but even Nascent Soul warriors from Donglai Continent ca to aid."
"Should be fine."
The lean old man said: "The Sword Pavilion has been planning for today’s battle for years, to deliver a heavy blow to the Profound Celestial Sect."
Lady Peanuts still didn’t understand and said: "Even if that side wins majorly, and the news spreads, will these people suddenly realize and discern right from wrong?"
"So people don’t truly lack discernnt; their hearts are like Ming Jing, only choosing the side of the victor."
The lean old man said calmly: "Once they see the tide turning, many among them will know what to do."
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