Following a group of mourners, Loran Hill climbed the wide stone steps step by step. The sound of drums on both sides became louder and louder. When they reached the mountain gate, bursts of loud shouts were heard.
"Ice Porcelain Sect, Master Shuiyun has arrived—"
"Silk Qing Chamber of Commerce, Chief Manager Xue Yan has arrived—"
"Wu Gou Men, Master Zhan Yue, Master Shuang Lin are here—"
"Yuanlang Island, Master Xin Zeya has arrived—"
"Qingyue Temple, Master Biyan has arrived—"
Every distinguished guest who stepped through the main gate would be informed by someone, telling everyone about the reputation and power of the "Tuoshitang".
However, just at the foot of this mountain gate filled with crowds of people, a noisy sound gradually came from a distance.
The crowd was in an uproar, and all kinds of discussions were heard. Then there was a burst of exciting beating sounds. It seemed that something was hitting the stacked bamboo boards, causing them to collide with each other. The sounds merged into one, like thousands of people stomping their feet and marching in unison, exciting and passionate.
Although the music sounded very good and immediately attracted countless people to watch on the river, the music was played by nine wide green-scaled dragon boats. There were about 500 people on each dragon boat, with two rows on each side. They held long oars with both hands and rowed in unison, while the row in the middle that looked like a dragon's crest was filled with large square jars. The members, wearing green clothes with dragon patterns, slapped and knocked on the jars with their hands, making a continuous and vibrating sound.
"Hedaizhou, Panlonghui." Passersby around the girl whispered the identities of these imposing visitors.
As a major sect on par with Tuo Shi Tang, Panlong Society has always been powerful. Moreover, because it has a direct waterway to Luojing, it has more allies in the officialdom than Tuo Shi Tang. Now it has extended its influence to the Seven Continents of Lei Lei and is fighting with Tuo Shi Tang.
"How dare they come?"
"Why wouldn't they dare? I'm afraid they're using the excuse of condolences to bolster their own prestige."
"If the Tuoshitang accepts this offer without a word, those wavering forces in the central region will immediately turn to the Panlong Society."
"Alas, the death of the old sect leader has affected many people's trust in Tuoshitang."
"Let's see which hero in the sect can take over as the leader and show his might again."
"It's difficult. Other factions all perished due to weakness, but the Tuoshitang has so many masters, and yet they are all so arrogant that no one can submit to the other. That's why the old sect leader has been dragging his feet on selecting a successor for so long."
Unlike other factions living together, the Tuositang is widely distributed and extremely powerful, but it also brings some disadvantages. It is difficult for any branch leader or general to convince everyone. After all, the leaders and helmsmen in various places have worked their way up from the bottom and have their own team and confidence. It is a difficult task to convince these people who have traveled far and wide and seen a lot.
Although the old sect leader is old, he is almost the elder of all the current hall masters and helmsmen. He has promoted and trained countless disciples throughout his life. Therefore, when he was in power, no one dared to disobey the orders of the headquarters.
But with the passing of this old man, although the Tuoshitang still has its strength, it lacks a lion king who can subdue all the lions, which makes many friendly organizations worried.
After a burst of noise and chaos, several people wearing black lion patterns walked out from the crowd. They were all sixth-level masters and generals in the Tuositang.
These people brought hundreds of knife-wielding Red Lion members to the riverside dock, stood still, and stared at the nine Bilin dragon boats gradually approaching on the river.
As the relentlessly beating dragon boats approached, the generals clasped their fists and bowed. At that moment, the drums on the steps of the mountain gate suddenly paused, then began to beat in unison. The sound was like thunder rolling across the ground.
The already loud drumbeats, resonating in unison, produced a sound ten times louder than before, heading towards the nine Bilin dragon boats that were about to dock at the river bank, instantly drowning out the beating of drums on the dragon boats.
"You are a guest from afar, please come in!" Their voices were in unison, and they were heard far away on the river.
"Hahaha, Tuoshitang is indeed generous. We came here uninvited, please forgive us!"
From the dragon boat in front, a general of the Panlong Society walked out. He was wearing a silver cloak and holding a blue dragon flag. He jumped off the dragon boat and landed on the open space at the dock.
Soon, strong men in green clothes jumped off the dragon boat like swallows, landed behind the general, followed him and met the members of Tuositang on the shore.
If it were half a month ago, the two sides would have fought to the death as soon as they met, but today is a special day after all, and these people from the Panlong Society came here in the name of condolences, which made it difficult for the people from the Tuositang to turn against them directly.
Although none of the Tuositang members present had a happy expression on their faces, and many of them were suppressing their anger and ready to make trouble, they were still under the control of several hall masters and generals and did not break the rules and start a fight.
After the thousands of people from Panlong Society arrived, they did not go directly to the mountain gate, but waited for the guests in front to leave.
When the stairs at the mountain gate gradually became empty and the people waiting on both sides became anxious, this group of strong men in green clothes led the way towards the steps.
However, the scene at the mountain gate was no longer as peaceful as before. The drummers from the Tuoshitang on either side changed their rhythm and began to channel all their energy (magic power) to beat the sea beast drums in front of them. The overflowing sound reverberated off the drums like a blast, shattering the heart even from hundreds of meters away. Now, this wave-like drumbeat became the first obstacle to the Panlong Society's mountain worship.
We at Tuositang will give you face, but if you are not strong enough to climb up the mountain gate, don't blame us for being rude.
In this way, although it was not stated explicitly, everyone present could guess something.
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