"Ugh!"
Abbot Xuan Si was stunned.
The seventeen monks setting up the formation with him were also stunned.
The other elders and disciples had faces full of bewilderment...
A breeze blew by, the faint coolness awakening Abbot Xuan Si, "What's going on? Why did they leave? They shouldn't have. The situation was in their favor, wasn't it? Could it be... is there some sort of conspiracy?" Abbot Xuan Si racked his brains but couldn't fathom any conspiracy the opponents might have.
"I feel..." a monk said hesitantly, "it's like they were frightened by something, and then they fled in a panic."
"Frightened?" Abbot Xuan Si frowned, "By what? Who could scare them?"
A group of monks huddled together, thinking hard and deep in meditation, but still couldn't come up with a reason.
"There must be a problem here!" a long-eyebrowed monk stated assertively.
"Nonsense! Everyone knows there's a problem! The key is what the problem is?" a pale-faced monk snorted.