Elder Yuansheng took out a large drum from his storage ring and lightly tapped it with his hand. Instantly, a sound like a thunderclap rang out, sending shockwaves through the divine sense of everyone from the Kucan Sect. While those with higher cultivation fared better, some of the disciples with lower cultivation could barely stand, their faces contorted in pain. Yuanfu burst into laughter. "Well? Is this drum not a hundred times better than yours?! No wonder your piece-of-junk drum started acting up—as far as I know, it's been patched up hundreds of times already, hasn't it?! Tsk tsk, it's a miracle it can still make any sound at all, and you actually expect it to protect the Kucan Sect?!" Although Elder Yuanzhi maintained a calm expression on the outside, inwardly he could not help but sigh. In its heyday, the Heaven-Fixing Drum of the Kucan Sect was magnificent; alas, like the Kucan Sect itself, it was now in its twilight years.
Meanwhile, Feng Xi and the others, who were talking inside the guest room, heard a knock at the door. Jun Wen ran over, opened it, and froze.
It was actually that old monk who liked to drop by in the middle of the night to discuss Buddhist teachings with the Junior Sister.
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