Chapter 1193: Signs of Turmoil
However, he then thought about how those traitors were currently serving as the lapdogs of the Immortal Palace, and that was quite a pleasing thought for him as he burst into hearty laughter.
Two of his direct disciples had also been banished to this place with him, and they exchanged a glance with one another as one of them mused through voice transmission, "Looks like Master's having one of his episodes again..."
"Indeed. It was only through an ancestral connection that I was able to become his direct disciple, yet now, I'm trapped in this place with him. When will we ever be able to make anything of ourselves like this?" the other disciple sighed.
The two of them then cast their eyes downward in a dejected manner to look into the abyss below.
The scenery here was certainly quite exquisite, but it inevitably became a boring sight over time.
Right at this moment, the sound of a blowing horn suddenly rang out from deep within the abyss.
The two disciples' brows furrowed slightly as they hurriedly turned to the gray-robed man, only to discover that the latter was paying ho heed to the sound of the horn as he continued downing wine.
The two disciples could only exchange a wry smile upon seeing this, following which they leaped down into the abyss below.
However, they weren't able to get very far before they spotted a series of figures rising up from the mist below as quickly as they could. As it turned out, it was thousands of outer sect disciples responsible for collecting spirit medicines in the valley, and a chorus of panicked cries could be heard ringing out amid agonized howls.
"The white ghosts are coming!"
The two disciples' expressions changed slightly upon hearing this, and one of them yelled, "What's there to be afraid of? Just use the array to hold them back!"