Under the arrangements of the Special Investigation Unit, Zhou Yinglong had already been transferred to the nearest major hospital. He was no longer in a critical state.0

However, even though they had waited until dawn, Zhou Yinglong still had not woken up. The two to three hundred sect members of the Wudang Mountains could not keep wasting time outside the Purple Cloud Temple.0

During the two years when Wang Sheng had been cultivating alone in the Seventy-Two Swords and the small courtyard, the Wudang Mountains, like the other Daoist heritages, had recruited several batches of talented disciples. Many unaffiliated practitioners who were familiar with the Daoist masters of the Wudang Mountains also joined to cultivate.0

If spies had infiltrated Wudang's Daoist lineage, the newly recruited disciples and sect members naturally bore the greatest suspicion. Still, the Daoist masters quickly calmed down. They did not launch a massive internal search to avoid causing disunity among the disciples. Instead, while waiting for Zhou Yinglong to wake up, they quietly observed several suspicious targets.0

From the latter half of the night until dawn, Wang Sheng sat quietly in a corner, cultivating with a longsword lying horizontally across...0