"Clang! Clang!"
The resounding bell echoed in all directions.
Mount Sterling was in complete uproar.
"Have you heard? The monkeys from the Equator Isles have come to kill, they're chasing that Fellow Thompson. It's said that Fellow Thompson can perform alchemy. If you go to assist, you might get an elixir."
"Damn, an elixir? Is there really such a good thing? Hurry up and go!"
All across Mount Sterling, whether meditating, bathing, or even answering nature's call, Daoists were stirred, and each hurriedly emerged.
They were excited, eyes gleaming, like streams converging before the Great Hall.
Even the elder Daoists came out, faces full of excitement.
"This cannot be tolerated! This is simply intolerable!"
"Those monkeys from the Equator Isles are absolutely outrageous!"
They were filled with righteous indignation, gritting their teeth as if these Southern Ocean Wizards had committed an unpardonable crime.
"Fellow Thompson is so pitiful; we must hurry to save him!"
