Thud.
When the door was thrown open violently, Beop Jeong, who had been sitting in quiet meditation with his eyes closed, slightly furrowed his brow.
“Abbot!”
However, he could not help but open his eyes at the voice that followed. The one who had so hastily thrown open the door was not Jongri Hyeong, the Sect Leader of Kongtong, but Peng Yeop.
“Family Head?”
The Peng Family Head was not one to act so rashly. For him to show such urgency meant that something significant had happened.
“What is the matter?”
The answer came not from Peng Yeop, but from Jongri Hyeong, who had entered with him.
“A-Abbot! The Four Tyrants Alliance has made its move!”
Beop Jeong shot up from his seat.
“You mean the Tyrant Lord has moved?”
“Yes! They are reportedly leaving Zhangjiajie and heading north!”
For a moment, Beop Jeong’s eyes widened. The head of a sect must never act rashly. But the news that had just arrived was enough to make anyone cast aside their composure.
“Where?! Where are they heading north?”
“Directly north! They are literally moving north.”
‘North?’