"Great! Great!!" the old monk Hui Ming shouted with joy, "I just knew our little ancestral master would be fine! Our little ancestral master is mighty! Our little ancestral master is awesome! Our little ancestral master is invincible!!!"
"Great!!" Abbot Xuan Si and others also cheered along.
Disappointingly, the old monk in the golden light did not say a word in response to the cheering of old monk Hui Ming and the others; he remained very composed, his facial expression unchanging. There was only one person present who could pique his interest, and that person was Duanmu Hong. He could feel the strength of Duanmu Hong, and after so many lonely years, finally, there was an expert worthy of battle that made him feel rather pleased.
Standing at the summit of the mountain was glorious, but it was also solitary and lonely. To encounter an opponent who could match one's strength was a truly joyous occasion.