From the top of the mountain, as he gazed over the side of the mountain path, Elder Bai sighed loudly in a mix of exhaustion and annoyance.
"So they've really come… With a group like theirs, letting the formation take them out would be trivial. But activating the defence mechanisms drains so much Qi from the mountain. It's just not sustainable… If the master doesn't have enough Qi to feed on, he'll find… other… sources," he mumbled, a sense of dread overcoming him.
Looking behind him, where a group of young men were hard at work, training martial arts and Qi techniques, he couldn't fathom letting them fall prey to the master's hunger.
He couldn't in good conscience use the formation to deal with the trespassers.
Spinning a hundred and eighty degrees, he clapped his hand to gather his students' attention.
"Alright, disciples. This is enough for today. Go wash up and prepare for Elder Zhang's lessons."
"Yes, Elder!" the young men chanted, bowing to him.
