Chongshan City.
Du Mingsheng stealthily lurked in the dark alley, his heart pounding wildly.
His 'wanted poster' was plastered everywhere in the streets and alleys.
Big trouble.
"Sir, what should we do now?" a follower asked, his face equally pale, covered in horrifying wounds, with fresh blood flowing.
He gasped heavily, spoke bitterly:
"We were merely preaching in Chongshan City as usual. Who would have thought that this place is a gathering point for those Celestial Principle Sect guys..."
Du Mingsheng put on his hood, his expression extremely solemn, contemplating how to escape Chongshan City, how to return to the Dragon Boat.
"There is definitely something wrong here."
He said in a low voice:
"Our Mandala Lineage has always stayed out of each other's business with the Celestial Principle Sect, but when they saw us preaching, they went crazy, one after another!"
After pausing a bit,
Du Mingsheng's expression was unpredictable, he continued:
