"An unscheduled arrival?"
"How is that possible?"
The formation masters began muttering in confusion.
"Where did they come from?"
"The coordinates say Osteri Divine World."
"That world?" One of them blinked in disbelief. "But there haven't been any new arrivals from there for over a month. Weren't their teleportation arrays shut down for maintenance?"
"And yet… here they are."
All eyes turned to Lin Mu and his companions, suspicion heavy in the air.
Meanwhile…
"UGH!" Meng Bai doubled over. "Why is it worse this time? I even took the pill…" he groaned, stomach churning.
Seeing the group's silence, the cultivators prepared to move forward.
It was then that Monk Hushu stepped forward, hands calmly at his sides.
"Amitabha," he intoned softly. "Lay down your arms, brothers."
His voice, calm and resonant, brought a wave of pause to the tense scene.
One of the guards blinked. "Those robes…"
Whispers spread.
"The Green Lotus Temple…"
Recognition dawned on their faces.
